Amputee Fiction Story Novels & Stories

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

In my last life, this day marked the anniversary of my death, and Clara's. I had my legs amputated on a cold operating table, while Clara's body had grown cold forever. Grief had surrounded us; the summit trip had become our shared trauma. Now that I had averted the assassination, we were walking leisurely along the mountain path, an infinite future stretching before us. I couldn't help but smile, my steps growing lighter. Although Kaiden's left shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages and his face was pale, he was gradually recovering.

After a long silence, she finally spoke to the guards. “From what I see, the right leg has some burns but it can heal with the right medication and ointment. It will take time, but it should recover.” “But what?” Caroline asked weakly, fear thick in her voice. Doctor Sharma looked at her for the first time. “Your left leg is badly damaged. It will need to be amputated. You will require a prosthetic leg.” Caroline’s world stopped. She stared at the doctor, eyes wide with horror. The words sank in slowly, like knives twisting in her chest. Amputated. Her leg. Gone. Forever.

I initially do go to the bathroom without my wheelchair, but I didn't want to come crawling out here like a baby later and have her sad again. Slowly, I gritted my teeth while staring at my reflection in the mirror. My heart felt like it was being ripped off my chest. My eyes glistened with tears, but I fought them back at all costs because I have promised myself not to be pathetic. I grabbed the sink and helped myself up from the wheelchair. It was tough before I could stand up, but sadly, I couldn't feel my legs. It felt as though they were just there. No, it didn't feel like it. They were just there. I was as good as an amputated person. I stared at my reflection, disgusted at myself. I h

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

Chloe explains softly as her eyes begin to mist over. Without a thought, I reach across the desk and take her hand. She gives me a small watery smile before continuing. "The doctors had to amputate the majority of my right leg, and I was unable to attend either of their funerals. Healing hurt....my body and my mind. Guilt and regret suffocated me daily. Shame and the feeling of not being pretty anymore were devastating. Learning to walk with a prosthetic was a hard and long process. Being able to be around my father is still hard. He misses Gavin and behaves as if I am to blame. But I pushed through it all. I did rehabilitation and discovered my passion for it. I did a bunch of classes onlin

I always felt fine being here, shutting out the world and its politics. “Can I look at that?” I ask the gamma whose arm was amputated two days ago. When we broke the news to him, he didn’t even move, just stared at the wall, not saying anything. I wondered if that’s how he takes to pain, but when I found him crying late in the bathroom, I managed to stay with him while he broke down. I didn’t leave, just patted his shoulder. “Doc,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

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.