Novel & Cerita Amputee Fiction Story

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.

He was quickly taken away by the police. Sophia and the others weren't in a hurry to head back. After all, they hadn't slept all night. Aunt Daisy changed the sheets and bedding in Sophia's room. Elliot called Jason to get an update on the situation with Edmund. After hanging up the phone, he sneered. Sophia asked, "Is he dead?" "No, but he might have to use a wheelchair from now on." "What happened? Did he lose his legs?" "Yeah, he had an amputation," Elliot suddenly felt a bit emotional. "I endured a lot of his ridicule and mockery when I was in a wheelchair before."

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.

he said, his eyes filled with sympathy as he handed me the doctor's report. "You had complications from an infection after the amputation..." Those words were a cruel reminder of my ordeal. I quickly turned the report face down, "Mr. Graham, I've got the money now, please, could you talk to the doctor? I can pay for the treatment, isn't there anything they can do to help me?" My tears blurred the room, but I looked up at him defiantly. He sighed, a look of resignation on his face. "No amount of money can help this."

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.

Beneatha sat up, clearing her throat, and asked, “Did something happen to us that relates to us? I am sorry I should not ask this because of my behavior...” “That’s alright, it doesn’t matters, you are still a child...” replied the boy without looking back, “And about your question, it isn’t related but, a bit different from yours...” corrected the boy her words. He sighed a little and elaborated, “Since we are all going through the same pain, I can share mine. This will ensure two that you two are not the only ones in this horror… I was born with half of my structure paralyzed. My right arm does not interact with the rest of my body. It’s all paused from any moment.” he said while looking a

I froze. For years, I had dragged a ruined leg and a useless right hand behind me, convinced this was my life now, permanent and unchangeable. And now the Shared-Sense System was telling me those injuries could be transferred to someone else. Joy surged through me so violently that my hands began to shake. "I accept," I said without hesitation. [Option accepted.] The operating room doors slid open. Nelson, Stefan, and Amber, still sobbing, all turned at once as the doctor pulled off his mask.

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.

she whispered tearfully—and walked away. Sorry... for what? *** I felt frozen, stunned by what Zech’s mother had told me. Tears gathered in my eyes. “Please tell me this is just a joke... right?” I pleaded softly, my heart sinking. I didn’t even have the strength to look up at her. I'm in a wheelchair because I still can’t move my legs; the doctor said it would take months for me to recover because of the trauma in my brain, which affected my ability to move them for now.

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."