Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He didn't offer empty platitudes or tell them to just be grateful he was alive; he needed them to confront the grim reality of the amputation themselves. Cindy and her family were completely blindsided, left with the exact same burning questions as Joseph. Two hours later, Richard came to. Finding out he had survived made the loss of his legs somewhat bearable, and he began recounting the event in ragged, agonizing pieces. He had been ambushed by a Zahn family crew on an isolated, empty stretch of road. Outnumbered and trapped, he stood absolutely no chance. Once they had him pinned, they deliberately ran over his legs with a truck.

Even if she had one less leg, her presence was still majestic and overbearing. When Alex had amputated her leg earlier, the technique used was very peculiar. She saw it for the first time in her life. Alex had used the Zharvakko talisman to draw a blood talisman. The amputation process was similar to dismantling a machine. The flesh-cutting technique was also very impressive, and not much blood had been shed. Thus, Jade anticipated Alex’s medical skills as well. Who would be willing to lose one leg? “But, Commander, how can you let this brat take your leg away?” Pedro’s expression twitched. He felt that this scene was ridiculous.

It was like asking a flower not to bloom under healing, restorative sunshine. Lea took a deep breath and let go of her sarong. It slipped to the pool deck at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the green costume. Her leg was criss-crossed with vivid white scars and dents where muscle had been grafted from her thigh to her calf. Her leg had been through a long, hard battle to avoid being amputated and had only just won. And it showed.

Most of them were standing and conversing. I could see a man at the back whimpering and shouting in pain as another put pressure on a wound in his chest. Another also sat on the ground a woman, she had no leg and looked quiet, the missing leg was looking bandaged and everything. Cut off body parts couldn't regrow. I immediately felt bad for her. At least it was still better than dead. A few of the people all looked like that. All in a state of pain or injury. Even the ones standing were either leaning on someone or had a cut or bruise somewhere.

“The bullet caused heavy bleeding and fractured the femur. We are trying to repair the damage and restore blood flow. If the surgery does not work, we may have to amputate the leg.” The word amputate hit like a blow to the head. “No,” I said. It came out small. “Please.” “We are doing everything we can,” he said. “We will update you when we know more.” He turned and went back through the doors. They closed again with a soft thud. I bent forward and pressed my palms to my eyes. Heat filled my face. Tears pushed through my fingers anyway. My shoulders shook. I felt sick. I pictured Ethan walking. Running. Lifting Lucas. Climbing stairs two at a time. I could not place that picture next to a mi

As for what specific things were inside, it required one to use their greatest imagination. In the hospital lobby, Bianca half-pushed and half-supported her mother Linda as they just entered, and they encountered Georg, who walked in large strides. The car explosion case from last time eventually caused Georg to lose a leg, but he would always say to everyone, "I am so lucky! Nothing happened to my hands! What's there to fear in losing a leg? Even if I had no legs, it wouldn't matter. I don't need my feet for surgery, hahaha!"

Lyra’s POV "Yes, I'm sorry to say this but her right leg isn't functioning right now. I don't think she'd be able to walk again. We have to amputate it so it won't affect her other leg and go through her system. It's dangerous if it does. She might become paralysed completely." What? My heart froze. Amputation? Paralysed? My ears buzzed as if bees were trapped inside them. My mind screamed that they weren’t talking about me, that it was someone else, but fear slithered down my spine.

I was merely going because I had exhausted my medical excuses for the week, thus I couldn't lie about the phantom pain that I often felt on the stump of my leg. That's right, my right leg, where I was shot was amputated two weeks ago. According to the surgeon, the bullets had destroyed my veins and it'd be advisable to cut my right leg, or else it could affect my other good leg. “Thank you,” I whispered, as a warden helped me onto the chair in the dock. I could feel everyone's eyes on me but I had no option but to put up with the strange stares. Let's face it, I ruined my own life by ever involving myself in the world of crime, all because of a man.

I hear shuffled footsteps around the yard. The equipment is digging deep into my flesh. I don't know how much pain I can endure before Tiffany calls for help. I see my future life unfolds before me - funny, because when people want to die, they see their past - possible amputation, my parents scolding me. Oh no, if something happens to my leg, I will never be able to dance agai... The object rise from my leg and lands with a heavy thud beside me. Fresh air assault my torn flesh causing a burning sensation. "Are you okay?" Luca face comes in view just few inches above mine. It takes me a full one minute to understand what just happened.

I felt something strange in my body, I wanted to get up but couldn't feel my legs. "My legs?" I asked her, Andy went and pulled the quilt away from my legs. My entire world shattered. My both legs were missing. They were cut up to my knees. "Where are my feet, Where are my legs?" I asked angrily. I held the hand of the nurse who stood beside me. I gritted my teeth and asked frustratingly. "How could you cut someone's feet without their consent?" I said with aggression. Andy came forward and snatched Nurse's hand back from my hand. The nurse was so scared that she walked out of the room.