Amputee Fiction Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

My aunt had a serious condition of poor blood circulation, which made her suffer a lot with severe pain, especially in one of her legs, and her doctor had recommended the amputation of the limb at the knee and the placement of an artificial one, the so-called prosthesis. Since that was the solution found to lessen Aunt Cilene's suffering, we accepted, of course. My aunt was not overwhelmed, but her adaptation to the artificial limb was slow and delicate, as is the case with most people of her age, and she was not able to fully recover the mobility of her leg, which made it very difficult for her to live in our old house. Aunt Cilene had lived all her life in a narrow house, where she had inc

After what felt like a lifetime, we backed away from the operating table, someone coming in and helping us lift him onto a hospital bed and hooked up to blood and IV’s. “He should make it; the lucky son of a bitch.” The doctor shook his head, amazed at the shear dumb luck it seemed my mate possessed. His body was peppered with areas we had to cut off of him, making him look like a linen wrapped swiss cheese. I was in charge of wheeling him to a room, the doctor going off to tell Melody the somewhat good news. This man, Axel would live; but he would be an amputee from now on.

EMILY It had been one month since my life changed forever. The pain in my leg was no longer the sharp, burning agony it used to be, but it still pulsed and ached like a constant reminder of everything I had lost. My right leg was gone. Amputated. Just like that. One gunshot and everything spiraled. I had cried rivers, screamed into pillows, and cursed the world-but none of it brought my leg back. The only thing that kept me going now was the tiny life I cradled every morning.

I didn't inquire about the Shaw family at all in the past six months, but some gossip still reached my ears. I heard life had become hell for them. After Jackie's amputation, the fungal infection in his leg wounds remained incurable. The blood-red blisters spread above his waist, bursting to release foul-smelling yellow pus. To treat him, the Shaw family hired experts both locally and abroad, and spent thousands every day importing specialized medicines for him. But more terrifying than his physical decay was Jackie's twisted psyche. Having lost his legs and health, he could no longer feign that pitiful appearance like he used to do.

Stark's P.O.V. 'What else were you expecting?' I chuckled as I stepped out of the cabin we would be camping in tonight after today's search. We had just arrived at the location and decided to get some clothes in a closeby cabin around where Rico had reported to us about a doctor performing an unauthorized treatment to an amputee patient. Rico whose mate happened to be a nurse at the same hospital as the doctor, had informed him last night about the doctor she had seen treating a man with a missing arm secretly.

I try not to think that that place can be attacked at any time by criminals who usually want to loot, or even eliminate the refugees. Let’s go to the tent that turned into an improvised hospital. As soon as I enter, I feel a knot in my stomach: several stretchers with amputated people, marked forever by war. I take a deep breath and walk with the girls, our job was to give emotional support to those people who have lost everything. I sit next to a stretcher, where there is a young woman with one of her arms over her face. I lower my eyes to look for her mark and then notice that she is without both legs. I try not to cry, she does not need pity, but motivation. Today, I understand how diffic

man, there won't be a trace at all. Erick Woolf cried even harder, and his tears grew more and more when he heard the doctor's statement, “Doctor, please give me a little hint. I really don't want to do an amputation. I've been suffering from not being a man for years, holding back my feelings for my friend's wife. If I were to really lose her, wouldn't this make my life even more miserable than before? I'd rather die than be amputated.” The doctor said resignedly, “Sorry, sir, our hospital has no other way to save you. We cannot cure you if you are not willing to undergo the amputation process."

Ever since that night, things started going wrong. Now I'm here, thrown into this filthy, stinking hell. And I didn't even manage to kill that idiot Alessandro. I shot him, and before I could pull the trigger a second time, I was hit in the leg. At the hospital, the doctor explained that the bullet fragmented and destroyed the nerve endings and vascularization in the area, making it impossible to reconstruct. So they amputated my entire leg, almost at the groin, making it impossible to fit a prosthesis. Now I depend on these damn crutches to walk.

I want you to walk again, Em. “Perce, I love you too. Please, stop blaming yourself. I needed to accept this, Perce. It happened. Nothing’s gonna change this. I have to move forward and forget about the grudge. I may stay in a wheelchair, but most paraplegic people like me have survived and lived longer. I can still go to college or take online classes. I can still function, although I have to work with my wheelchair and stay seated. I just need some skills on how to function on daily living.”

It would probably take really long to finish, but I wanted it done sooner rather than later. April had called and told me about her doctor visit. The doctor told her she could do her physical therapy at her pack, but that he had no experience making or placing prosthetic limbs. He referred her to a hospital that was a few hours away, that had the most experience dealing with these types of injuries. She would have to lie about some things though, it was too fucking unbelievable that she had just lost the leg. Shit, her leg looked like she was born that way. The scar had almost completely disappeared by now.