Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

But, after a while, I felt the slightest of pressure against my calf, so slight as to be almost imperceptible, which made me doubt the sensation. My eyes dropped down and I saw that his leg was touching mine, the roughness of the fabric of his jeans creating an interesting sensation against my bare flesh. Hmmmm. I wondered what to do next. By rights, of course, I should give him a sharp kick at the very least, or stamp on his foot with my lethal stiletto heel. Then he’d get the message. But while I was deciding, I allowed myself to savour the sensation a little longer, which wasn’t exactly unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact. So when I felt fingertips trailing gently across my thighs, I

The beauty she had once been so proud of was gone, replaced by dark red frostbite scars and burn marks. The long, slender legs she used to have had now been replaced by two cold prosthetic ones. She was shivering in the wind, and her eyes held nothing but absolute regret and despair. She struggled to shift her weight forward, then let herself fall from the wheelchair onto the icy, wet courthouse steps with a heavy thud, landing on her knees.

Lauren stood frozen in Alex’s hospital room, Dr. Lim’s words—70 percent chance of failure, legs amputated—a cold blade against the fragile hope sparked by Alex’s leg sensation. Alex’s face fell, his green eyes clouding with sorrow, his shoulders slumping against the pillows, the radiant smile from moments ago extinguished. Lauren’s heart ached, her tears brimming. She stepped forward, her hand reaching for his, her voice soft but resolute. “Alex, everything’s going to be okay. With every challenge, there's a risk. You're strong, you can fight this.”

"Why can't you walk, what happened?" "It was an accident too, I was travelling with mom and dad and dad lost control while driving that was what grandma told me though." She sounded smart and Ben admired that. "I know they both died in the accident and I'm here, my two legs are badly injured and the Doctor told grandma that they might amputate the legs but she thinks I don't know what that means, it means to cut off my legs right?" She asked Ben. "Right aunty? And I won't have legs anymore, I won't be able to walk anymore and my classmates and schoolmates will laugh at me, and give me the title of the girl with no legs." She burst into tears. "My crutches are still useful, at least I use the

Now, he was a shell of himself, and she moved to the seat at his side, wiping a tear off her cheek. “You look like shit,” she whispered to him and earned a smile. “I feel like it,” he whispered back, “I heard one of the doctors say something about amputating my leg. Don’t let them take my leg.” “Sonny, this is why you don’t fuck around with diabetes and wounds.” “Look at us, a pair of babies,” he muttered and reached a weathered hand to wipe a tear off his own cheek. “Ruthie would have beaten me into the dirt,” he admitted sadly.

" I took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. He was looking at me with some kind of resolution in his eyes; like he was hell bent on convincing me yet pissed off at the same time that I was not buying it. He clenched and unclenched his jaws and did the same for this fists to as he groped the steering wheel in one hand. "You don't have to give your self that kind of stupid storyline. You can simply write your autobiography. How about your legs? Huh? Write about them. Can't you? I've known you for a while now and I know you are not shy or insecure about sharing your story because you have bene doing just that on your Instagram posts for a while. You can simply just write about your legs and inspi

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.

And was not certain that she would ever get used to it. Looking at the veteran in the wheelchair, she saw a very changed man. He had been humbled. It was a hard lesson to learn, and he had learned it in the worst way. He was still learning it. Big Jake, an army veteran who had lost his leg and now used a prosthetic, stood with his arms crossed his chest as he glared at AJ. The large muscular man could still intimidate people with only one leg and a wolf that rarely came out anymore. One of his mates placed a hand on his shoulder and he visibly relaxed as Electra approached them.

He said in shock and i smiled and nodded in response. "I've never seen this in my entire life before." He said and i smiled. I've also never heard this before in my life. If anything, I've heard of people's legs getting amputated when they can't walk again but getting up in less than a month of being told that I can't walk again? This was definitely new and surprising and the fact that it happened directly to me was a true blessing. The doctor asked me to sit down which I reluctantly did and then he examined my legs.

Then I heard Caleb’s voice, weak but alive, calling my name from a tangle of debris. My legs were pinned beneath a section of the fuselage. I couldn’t feel them. At first, I was grateful for the numbness. Later, I would learn to fear it. Caleb pulled me free. He was a good man, my colleague of five years, a man who kept photos of his daughter in his wallet and gave his lunch to homeless people. He wept when he saw my legs. The bones had shattered. The flesh was a ruin. He tore his shirt into strips and tied tourniquets above my knees. His hands were shaking.