Amputee Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

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!"

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

Damien tutted, looking down at the bandaged stump where her left hand had been. The stump was painful and itchy, despite the painkillers, and she imagined she could feel her fingers twitching. Phantom limb syndrome the doctor had said. "My right hand," Belle muttered. 'Holy freaking shit.' "I cut off my fucking hand, Damien!" she cried. "I cut off my hand, isn't that enough?" Damien circled her bed and sat beside her. "It would have been enough." He picked up the white book, opened the pages and tore it in half. The pages flew out, covering her bed and the floor.

“No, Nick, your major struggle and challenge isn’t going to be physical. I think you’ll figure out the prosthetic soon enough, and you’ll have the strength to handle the changes to your balance and movements.” “So… you’re talking about his emotional recovery now,” Mia said. It wasn’t a question. “I am.” Maisie shifted her weight on her feet. “There’s a group that I can recommend to you, Nick. I think you should consider joining.” “A group of amputees?” Nick asked, stumbling over the last word. God, he hated to think of himself that way, though he supposed that he’d better get used to it. “Yes,” Maisie said. “All men. I’ve worked with many of them, and I know the guy who leads it, though he’s

I remember seeing a nurse attend to her amputated leg that night. Well the next day, he ordered that the other one be cut off. And the following day, another part of her body was cut off. That was how he tore her limb by limb till there was nothing of her remaining. Then, she had no hands and legs and mouth and ears; they pushed her out of the pack into the wild. I shuddered thinking of it. I always knew the alpha was up to something when she was being treated. After she died, I found myself lonely. The nurses in the infirmary rarely spoke to me. They were afraid that any wrong move would get them in the same condition as Amelia.

“Is it really that bad?” Her question, even though redundant, is understandable. In my worst nightmares, I could not have imagined the severity of a war situation. I never had the experience of needing to stitch up a two-month-old baby who received shrapnel wounds to the face and arm. Or a woman who had already been admitted with a broken arm and this time had her leg amputated. “It's much worse than I imagined. I woke up frightened by a bombing and victims arriving,” I tell her the truth.

I didn’t murder Blaine. “There is something you need to know. They had to amputate one of his arms. Apparently when he was trying to defend himself, your wolf bit it almost in two. We believe that’s what caused most of the bleeding. He’s also difficult to recognize. There were deep gashes on his face. One narrowly missed his eye.” Dad sighs. “I guess I need to check on him.” Now I feel sick. Having to face someone I’ve permanently maimed is almost as bad as killing soemone. I guess I should be grateful that he’s alive.

Before anyone could react, he yanked it off, flung open the sliding glass door, and threw it out. The ring sailed through the pouring rain and plunged straight into an artificial river flanking the mansion. "No!" I shouted, my vision blurring with fury. That was my dad's irreplaceable legacy. I instinctively dashed to the balcony, ready to vault the railing into icy waters. "Noah!" Jessica shouted, leaping from her wheelchair. Her agility was startling, belying any notion of a two-year paralysis. In a blur, she closed the distance, wrapping her arms around my waist and hauling me back.

He said in shock and i smiled and nodded in response. "I've never seen this in my entire life before." He said and i smiled. I've also never heard this before in my life. If anything, I've heard of people's legs getting amputated when they can't walk again but getting up in less than a month of being told that I can't walk again? This was definitely new and surprising and the fact that it happened directly to me was a true blessing. The doctor asked me to sit down which I reluctantly did and then he examined my legs.

" I took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. He was looking at me with some kind of resolution in his eyes; like he was hell bent on convincing me yet pissed off at the same time that I was not buying it. He clenched and unclenched his jaws and did the same for this fists to as he groped the steering wheel in one hand. "You don't have to give your self that kind of stupid storyline. You can simply write your autobiography. How about your legs? Huh? Write about them. Can't you? I've known you for a while now and I know you are not shy or insecure about sharing your story because you have bene doing just that on your Instagram posts for a while. You can simply just write about your legs and inspi