Amputee Fiction Novels & Stories

“I was back there, helpless, knowing what was coming but unable to stop it from happening.” “Stop what?” Say the words. Say them out loud. “The amputation. I woke up in the hospital and the docs said my leg was gone. But I felt it. I knew it was there but no one would listen to me. They called it phantom limb pain but they were all a bunch of fucking liars. I fought so hard to get out of that goddamned hospital bed. I couldn’t breathe and when I finally sucked air in, all I could smell was dirty flesh and blood and antiseptic. Then the nurse put me in restraints. That much is true. That really happened when I woke up. But then the dream…changes.

Ever since that night, things started going wrong. Now I'm here, thrown into this filthy, stinking hell. And I didn't even manage to kill that idiot Alessandro. I shot him, and before I could pull the trigger a second time, I was hit in the leg. At the hospital, the doctor explained that the bullet fragmented and destroyed the nerve endings and vascularization in the area, making it impossible to reconstruct. So they amputated my entire leg, almost at the groin, making it impossible to fit a prosthesis. Now I depend on these damn crutches to walk.

I initially do go to the bathroom without my wheelchair, but I didn't want to come crawling out here like a baby later and have her sad again. Slowly, I gritted my teeth while staring at my reflection in the mirror. My heart felt like it was being ripped off my chest. My eyes glistened with tears, but I fought them back at all costs because I have promised myself not to be pathetic. I grabbed the sink and helped myself up from the wheelchair. It was tough before I could stand up, but sadly, I couldn't feel my legs. It felt as though they were just there. No, it didn't feel like it. They were just there. I was as good as an amputated person. I stared at my reflection, disgusted at myself. I h

Turned out, Amber's fingers had turned red. "Gosh! Why is it like this?” Sobbing, the woman stared at the shovel lying on the snow. "I'm too tired to lift the shovel. So, I used my hands. I didn't know my fingers could be like this." "Stupid! You have frostbite," Adam said without thinking. Hearing the diagnosis, Amber's cries suddenly stopped. "Then, should my hand be amputated?" “I don’t know. Let’s pray that my treatment works. Come in!"

your Owner says calmly gesturing toward you with pride, “This my bunny. She's a quad amputee. Fresh from surgery a couple days ago. As you can see No arms, no legs. Completely dependent." The bearded one steps closer.He reaches out and pokes one of your arm stumps with a finger. You flinch and a small whimper escapes the ring gag. “Jesus Christ… look at these stumps. She really can’t move at all?”

After what felt like a lifetime, we backed away from the operating table, someone coming in and helping us lift him onto a hospital bed and hooked up to blood and IV’s. “He should make it; the lucky son of a bitch.” The doctor shook his head, amazed at the shear dumb luck it seemed my mate possessed. His body was peppered with areas we had to cut off of him, making him look like a linen wrapped swiss cheese. I was in charge of wheeling him to a room, the doctor going off to tell Melody the somewhat good news. This man, Axel would live; but he would be an amputee from now on.

Luciano's POV The smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I forced my eyes open and met the doctor's grave expression. "Mr. Damiani, your legs were severely crushed in the car accident. To save your life, we had no choice but to perform an amputation…" Amputation? My legs… were gone? I lay there on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The phantom pain from my lower body—pain from something that no longer existed—was vivid, gnawing at me in waves.

But he had faith in me. Tony was surprised that my leg muscles were so strong for an amputee. “Usually, muscles waste away with time. Did this happen recently?” He asked me before questioning whether I had a prosthetic. I didn’t know the answer to his question. “I don’t think it happened recently, as I am not in any pain. Surely if I had surgery, there would be pain.” I told him.

Hudson fell into a state of self—doubt. "If you feel like you are a cripple, then you can go to the Disability Center to do charity and become a volunteer. Compared to those who have lost their limbs, you are a very lucky person. Because your limbs are healthy, you still have very impressive knowledge." Amelie's voice was no longer trying to persuade him, but was instead filled with sincerity and anticipation. "Why ... Why are you telling me this?" Hudson started mumbling incoherently on the other side of the phone.

“I’m here for a different reason. When it’s time for me to do my work as a chiropractic physician, it’s already too late. I see the pain and trauma—the aftereffects of losing a limb. And not just a year down the line. Five, ten, thirty years later. An amputation affects the entire body and may lead to skin infections, deep vein thrombosis, muscle contractures, a damaged spine, and arthritic joints. And in children…” Gage spotted her trembling hand—the kids affected her. It affected him as well. Seeing their brave coping abilities daily as their tiny bodies adjusted to dramatic change—heartbreaking and inspiring at the same time. Gage’s attention switched between Chantal’s distress and her di