Amputee Fiction Story Novels & Stories

"They're — he talked about you like—" "Like I wasn't a person," I said. "I know. I've read them many times. It stopped hurting after the second reading and started being useful after the third." Amara looked at me for a long moment. "I want to write this story," she said. "All of it. The payments, the financial collapse, the messages. The full picture." "I know," I said. "That's why I called you." "It will be significant," she said. "This won't just be a Detroit story."

If he was found, he must have a way to contact Zhang Tao. Soon, Zhou Tian drove to the hospital and went straight into the ward where Zhang Peng was. Zhang Peng had been depressed for the past two days. He thought of death and leaving this world. In fact, this idea was normal. Although he was not very handsome, it was interesting to live, and he was not married. He was not willing to lie in a wheelchair all his life. In that case, what was the point of living? Unfortunately, this was the truth. His legs had been amputated, and it was impossible for them to grow again. He was destined to be disabled for the rest of his life.

He welcomes my hugs with open arms and just stays there for a bit before carrying on with his story. "the first time I came here was when I had just turned 14...a few months later, my father walked out on my mother and she started abusing her rights.....abusing us..." he inhales...after a few seconds exhales, "that's when it took a turn...about 3 weeks later, my mum nearly killed amber...I knew then that if I didn't leave I would have been killed..." he stops again, staring at me "I regret not taking my sisters with me..but I couldn't, I didn't want them to live on the streets with me...I also would of been wanted for kidnapping my own sisters..." Oh wow.

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 drifted to the bed and held Stella's fingers as they went cold in mine. "Stella, don't leave me. Please. Open your eyes. Look at me. I'm begging you. Don't leave me." The nurses turned away. Someone sniffed. The room felt hollow. "We did everything we could... Your daughter still had a chance. If that kidney had gone to Stella, maybe—" He stopped. He didn't have to say the rest. I already knew. If that kidney had gone to Stella, she'd still be here. But Kylie cut off her only shot.

He reported and then gave me a document which I think is the results of the victims. I took it and opened it to look through it. I saw a familiar name and my eyes narrowed in contemplation, “Joseph Kim?” I tilt my head to look at the project Supervisor. He nodded, then his eyes turned red, “They said his leg will be amputated.” I closed my eyes in contemplation. My aura was so chilly and it was obvious I was in a really bad mood. Though no one died, three of them won't be able to work on the cure as one will have his leg amputated, another person’s left eye has a deep injury where we still don't know what was going on and the third person’s left wrist was cut off.

the girl spoke in a straight tone, trying to move away and looked for the wheelchair as soon as she composed herself The crowd had almost left, the remaining people helped them get the wheelchair back on the side path Someone from the crowd stepped forward to pick the girl up but she refused to be touched, her maid was more shaken and frightened “Do you mind walking me to the corner,” the girl asked of Samaira who realised that she felt uncomfortable with other people touching her, also she felt glad that she trusted her, but she had a problem, the girl had only one leg, the other was what looked like an amputated limb from the knee “It’s okay, I meant could you carry me to my wheelchair?,”

“Unfortunately, the major healing factor now is time, though… If you really want to speed things up, there’s always amputation and getting prosthetic limbs…” A prosthetic… Come to think of it, Zivon used to work with someone who had a prosthetic limb before right? That person was able to move around quite easily too, so maybe… …No, what was he thinking? Zivon would never give up on his actual limb… Not when he knew that there was still a small chance of recovering. Following another sigh, he then stared at the man who was still sound asleep in his ward… It didn’t take long, however, for his train of thought to be cut short by the ringing of his phone… It was a call from Xavia.

“Penny, the people from the Fergersons are terrifying. They wanted to kill me. They chopped off my foot with an ax. I was really scared.” A grown man like him was scared shitless. Penny could not deny her distress. Previously, when she was staying with the Eastons, she used to be able to talk to this cousin. Though Nathan had done many foolish things, he did not deserve this fate. “Pen, I... I’m so scared. My leg…” Nathan had already been amputated and would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. It was an undeniable fact. Penny did not know how to comfort him and only asked, “Are you sure it was the Fergersons?”

Previous partners had left him for so much less. Perhaps it was a relief that just then his leg started to really bother him. The amputated one. He attempted to groan but it came out as a pained whimper. How do you soothe hurt in something that no longer exists? Desperate to do something, anything, he scratched and clawed at his stump, too out of it to worry about making things worse. The flame like discomfort grew and lessened in awful waves, teasing him and never going away.