Amputee Fiction Novels & Stories

" I felt my phone go off, letting me know Chad was done looking through Phil's office. "Honestly, I don't know. All my counselor said was that I had to face my past." "Well, maybe we could discuss how you felt about all the surgeries." "I had anxiety and wondered if the doctors cared about the long-term effects of amputating my leg. I was stuck in a wheelchair for so long that I strongly desired to walk again." "That's understandable. Many of my patients have said the same thing." "Really?" "Yes. Some of my patients have spinal cord injuries."

“Not all the time, and not often, but today, to no fault of your own, was just barely too much for me.” The sound of the eye of the stove clicking to a lower temperature drew Bo’s eyes. Oscar was looking at him now, a solemn look in his eyes as he waited for Bradley to continue. Despite his dislike of the woman who claimed to be his therapist, she had some points that Bradley would share with any one of his patients. “I’m an amputee.” The words came quickly and suddenly, spilling across lips that were not prepared for them. “I mean, well, I’m missing my leg. My right leg is, from the middle of my thigh down and I never know how to tell people because there is always some form of dissimulatio

"My legs were genuinely impaired. Treatment has just started showing results. Are you ditching me now? You always resented me, eager to flee?" Once again, she wielded her disability and fear of abandonment for sympathy. But now, her masterful act was just ridiculous. I had no energy left to argue with her. Silently, I went back to retrieve the soiled, vacant delivery box. Without sparing another glance at her or the gawking crowd, I pivoted and trudged into the deluge. From behind, Mark's puzzled tone carried over. "The truth is out, so what? Scared he'll cry?"