Novel & Cerita Amputee Fiction Stories

Andini clenched her fists on the bed then raised her hand with the IV tube to slap Jian's face, but Jian quickly held it back and gripped Andini's finger tightly. "Does Madam want to slap me?" asked Jian coldly and intimidatingly. Andini's body was shaking and full of anger, then Jian's lips smiled faintly and opened the blanket that belonged to Andini's body. The man laughed when he saw Andini's face turn pale as she stared at her two amputated legs. "Where are my legs!!" shouted Andini emotionally. "Where are my legs! I don't want to be disabled! I don't want to be disabled!"

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.”

Some had a chance to recover after a few weeks, but most of them were fated to be ordinary people for the rest of their lives. Koen, Emily, and Smoke had gone through an entire night of surgery. One of Smoke’s hands was permanently gone. Koen and Emily’s legs couldn’t function any longer. Simply put, the three were crippled for life. “This is bullsh*t! There’s no way!” After waking up, Emily gritted her teeth in anger before she started bawling her eyes out. She was still a beautiful young woman the day before, but she had turned into a cripple in a blink of an eye.

My heart breaks when she turns toward me with tears running down her face. "I have nothing. When I say nothing, I mean nothing. I'm one paycheck away from losing my apartment. I've had my electricity turned off more times than I can count because I can't afford to pay the bill. Why would you want to help someone like me? I'm nothing compared to you." She turns away and starts sobbing. I have a feeling there's more behind this story than just me having money. I can't stand seeing her cry, so I carefully lift her off the seat and sit her across my lap. Sasha doesn't try to stop me and lays her head on my shoulder.

Lyra’s POV "Yes, I'm sorry to say this but her right leg isn't functioning right now. I don't think she'd be able to walk again. We have to amputate it so it won't affect her other leg and go through her system. It's dangerous if it does. She might become paralysed completely." What? My heart froze. Amputation? Paralysed? My ears buzzed as if bees were trapped inside them. My mind screamed that they weren’t talking about me, that it was someone else, but fear slithered down my spine.

“President, I’ve found the information you asked for.” Calvin switched the phone to speaker mode, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned back on the sofa. “Go ahead.” “Austin had a car accident three years ago. He survived, but lost his right leg in the process. Miss Adriana was also in the car. According to hospital records, she sustained serious injuries—abrasions in over a dozen places on both hands, broken fingernails... In addition, Austin received a prosthetic limb more than a year later, but the recovery wasn’t ideal. Even with the prosthetic, he’s still considered disabled and can’t work normally.”

the nurse said. I wrote my name, Lizzy and wrote my address and phone number, all fake, then handed the paper and pen back to her, thanked her and quickly left. After that, I went to Peter's house. I had done a lot of research before, so I knew where Peter lived now. Peter's leg was amputated and he now wears a prosthetic leg. His mother died in prison from a serious illness and Eva lost her uterus after an abortion. However, all the hardships they went through seemed to be over and they were living well these days.

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."

“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