Amputee Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

“Unfortunately, the major healing factor now is time, though… If you really want to speed things up, there’s always amputation and getting prosthetic limbs…” A prosthetic… Come to think of it, Zivon used to work with someone who had a prosthetic limb before right? That person was able to move around quite easily too, so maybe… …No, what was he thinking? Zivon would never give up on his actual limb… Not when he knew that there was still a small chance of recovering. Following another sigh, he then stared at the man who was still sound asleep in his ward… It didn’t take long, however, for his train of thought to be cut short by the ringing of his phone… It was a call from Xavia.

I felt numb. My parents took me to countless doctors, but none of them knew what was wrong with me. It was like I developed a whole new illness unknown to man. I thought there was no more hope for me. I thought there was nothing I could do anymore, but when I reached the 7th grade, it felt like everything started to change again.

the girl spoke in a straight tone, trying to move away and looked for the wheelchair as soon as she composed herself The crowd had almost left, the remaining people helped them get the wheelchair back on the side path Someone from the crowd stepped forward to pick the girl up but she refused to be touched, her maid was more shaken and frightened “Do you mind walking me to the corner,” the girl asked of Samaira who realised that she felt uncomfortable with other people touching her, also she felt glad that she trusted her, but she had a problem, the girl had only one leg, the other was what looked like an amputated limb from the knee “It’s okay, I meant could you carry me to my wheelchair?,”

As Charity watched the pale, sickly man on the bed, a mix of feelings overwhelmed her. “What are you going to do? I mean… in the future,” Charity asked probingly. “You still have to treat your leg. I heard they have more advanced technology overseas.” “There are two ways. The first is undergoing treatment for two or three years and becoming a cripple. The other way is amputation and getting a prosthetic limb. I’ll be able to walk normally, but I’ll lose a leg completely. I’m a doctor. No one understands this industry better than me.”

No sooner did he say that than my heart dropped. The images of my first ever and the last day in the grooming factory I escaped slammed into my brain. Amputate limbs and hands. Stinking smell of blood. Helpless and horrified girls of all ages. Those small tents made of rug. Dirty, unhygienic water to drink and stale pieces of bread for food. All of that made me crawl deeper in Zach's hold to hide... As if I would be dragged back in there if he ever loosened his hold on me.

Instead of facing his own demon, Sabrina's father took his own life in front of his family, scarring his own daughter for life. Being a non-fiction novelist, most of my stories are about people’s experiences. I collect facts through research and interviews, then retell the stories through books. My stories, in turn, memorialize their contributions in life and highlight their suffering and pain. This way, they shall be remembered and hopefully, their story helps someone along the way, someone who currently faces these difficulties.

Emily had no legs. Where the foot should have been, now only a bundle of bandages and wounds remained. Edward could not help but react with sadness and surprise. “Emi...” A silence fell over the room, and Edward felt suffocated by a deepening sense of guilt and regret. His hands shook violently and he could not look at Emily's feet without remembering how carelessly he had behaved on the night of the accident. The nurse who detected the man's devastated expression immediately offered support. “I know this is very difficult, but this patient really needs your support right now. Many people live happily and fulfill their dreams despite their disabilities. Together, you can face all these chal

He reported and then gave me a document which I think is the results of the victims. I took it and opened it to look through it. I saw a familiar name and my eyes narrowed in contemplation, “Joseph Kim?” I tilt my head to look at the project Supervisor. He nodded, then his eyes turned red, “They said his leg will be amputated.” I closed my eyes in contemplation. My aura was so chilly and it was obvious I was in a really bad mood. Though no one died, three of them won't be able to work on the cure as one will have his leg amputated, another person’s left eye has a deep injury where we still don't know what was going on and the third person’s left wrist was cut off.

Apart from that bleeding they had stopped from coming out of his mouth, his left and right legs looked mangled as though they had been crushed into a pulp. “We can,” Joel said quietly. Mary looked up at the sound of his voice. His tone matched the crestfallen expression she saw on his face-pain. Then she saw him tapping his hands against his legs and understood. He thought about what would happen to the man if he woke up and realized that his legs were gone. Would he hate himself and wish he had died? Mary has been in the same situation once. She had amputated the legs, it being the only way they could stop the infection from eating up the whole body. But when the man had woken up, he had re

“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