Novel & Cerita Amputee Fiction Stories

I have to show them that I was responsible and forthright. “That’s a very impressive ambition. What about prosthetics draws your interest?” Mrs. Miller asks, sipping her tea. “My father is a former marine. He saw some action in Desert Storm and lost his leg. He has a protesthis. It works well, but he misses some of the movement and agility that he had with his leg that this protesthis doesn’t afford him. I’d love to find a way to help him and others like him” Mr. Miller seems a little disgruntled by my answer and offers a non-committal “Hmmm.”

Seconds later he dosed his beverage with it. Looking at the vile he shrugged. "It helps with the ghosts," he confessed. "After I left the hospital I ran into Michael and Sarah." Two soldiers they had both known in country. Sarah was barely eighteen when she lost her right arm, and Michael was 22 when he lost both legs. He and Hope were with them when the IED went off. Hope had taken shrapnel to the chest blocking the debris from hitting Salem full force. He always knew he would have been dead if she had not been there.

" 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."

“Didn't your friend tell you? They were trying to amputate your leg saying it was infected. Your friend went there and saved you. You would have been a one leg Missy now.” My whole body went cold. I didn’t understand. I didn’t remember either. Why would anyone want to do that to me? The walls seemed to tilt around me, and fear coiled tight in my stomach. I hit my head continuously, I was hearing voices in my head. Amputate her leg!! Amputate her leg!! “I… I don’t understand,” I stammered, my eyes shot tightly. “Why would you want to do that to me? Why would anyone…?”

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.

And was not certain that she would ever get used to it. Looking at the veteran in the wheelchair, she saw a very changed man. He had been humbled. It was a hard lesson to learn, and he had learned it in the worst way. He was still learning it. Big Jake, an army veteran who had lost his leg and now used a prosthetic, stood with his arms crossed his chest as he glared at AJ. The large muscular man could still intimidate people with only one leg and a wolf that rarely came out anymore. One of his mates placed a hand on his shoulder and he visibly relaxed as Electra approached them.

It was sweet in a terrifying way. Mel was disabled. She and her mother were involved in an accident when she was three years old. Her mother did not survive. Although she survived, she now had to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. She was a wreck when she arrived at the orphanage, but with the help of the matron, Mel slowly grew out of her shell and became a lively little girl. She also grew very attached to Kira as well for some reason.

" With that, she turns and leaves my hospital room; I know that she is crying that is why she is not facing me as she walks out the door. If I ever felt like a burden, then right now, this is the perfect time to feel like one. So while she is off to bring shock to my parents, I am lying here with only my thoughts. Now, there is a story that I can tell you about a man that has been here before. Then he only had trouble with his one leg, but yet, that man proved that he could become a Marine again. Now, this man finds himself with not one but two legs that do not quite want to work. But guess what, this fucking man is going to become a Raider. Well, his fiancé does not quite know about it yet.

"Hendrix, do you even know what kind of condition I'm in right now? I got into a car accident. That car ran right over my legs. But you know what the funny thing was? "There were so many bystanders around at the time, yet not a single one was willing to take me to the hospital. By the time I found someone to take me there, it was already too late. I had to have my legs amputated, and my wound got infected after the surgery. "So, I'm stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. Now tell me, Hendrix—are you happy with this outcome?" Nathan's voice began to tremble as he spoke, the hatred within it unmistakable.

"Ah. I could have done it myself." "If you’d waited it could’ve gotten worse." She raised her head, words tumbling out of her defensively. When a skeptical smirk tugged at his mouth, she rushed to defend herself. "A friend of mine got her hand amputated because she waited too long. It was scary." June lied through her teeth. Deep laughter rumbled through his chest, filling the space. When she shot him a glare, he cleared his throat. "I see," he said, but it was clear he didn’t buy her story.