Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories の小説・ストーリー

“What do you mean?” Giulia found a chopping board and started chopping up tomatoes, turning her back to me as she spoke. “He lost his leg a few years back. Fabio said he lost it trying to save his sister and her mate from a mad-man. But because Eli lost one leg, so had Eli’s wolf.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw something propped up against the sofa - Eli’s prosthetic leg. He never let on that he had gone through something so traumatic, and yet he had. He carried his pain and his suffering in silence, and he had to have suffered.

" 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

I had flowers on my upper legs and Oliver’s name written above my collarbone next to some butterflies. He looked over at my leg and I didn’t see pity or disgust in his eyes. “Your friend told me that these fuckers took you with them, but were caught by the police. They had to amputate your leg due to the accident?” I nodded and looked at Luna Lily. “I told him they took you with them to sell you. That your leg turned gangrene, because they refused to get you to a hospital. But were caught by the police. I watch too much tv, but it was the best I could come up with.”

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.

" I stared at Sophia's bad leg, and flashbacks to that horrible day when my world collapsed filled my mind. Alexander of the Syndicate Pack murdered my wife and threw my best friend off a story building. Sophia could have died with Isabella, but she made it out with a severely damaged right foot that had to be amputated. Fortunately, after multiple surgeries, we were able to provide her with a matching prosthetic leg. Despite her slight limp, her wolf remained as strong as ever. “Why aren't you dressed yet?" She asked, interrupting my train of thought. "Dressed for what?"

Any further assistance for Aunt Leah was out of the question. She had cried, raged, and thrown every tantrum she could think of. But in the end, reality forced her to accept her situation. She now had to drag her crippled leg around the streets to survive, leaning on a crutch as she scavenged through trash. Her life had become a pitiful shadow of what it once was. As Eden put it, "One day, she might just die out there, and no one would even know."

His face was pale, drawn with exhaustion and a deep sense of despair. From the moment he had woken, he knew something was wrong—his right leg was gone. Emerald walked over and took the bowl from the maid's hands. "I'll do it." She scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it out to Brian, but he shook his head. "I'm full. I don't want any more." He turned his head away, his expression cold and distant. Emerald's heart ached at the sight. "Brian, I know losing your leg is hard to accept, but medical technology is very advanced now. Once you recover, you can get a prosthetic. You'll be able to walk just like before—no one will even notice the difference," she said softly.

Before anyone could react, he yanked it off, flung open the sliding glass door, and threw it out. The ring sailed through the pouring rain and plunged straight into an artificial river flanking the mansion. "No!" I shouted, my vision blurring with fury. That was my dad's irreplaceable legacy. I instinctively dashed to the balcony, ready to vault the railing into icy waters. "Noah!" Jessica shouted, leaping from her wheelchair. Her agility was startling, belying any notion of a two-year paralysis. In a blur, she closed the distance, wrapping her arms around my waist and hauling me back.