Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Torn up, yes, but they had still been there when she escaped! Her mind refused to accept it. "What do you mean, amputation? My legs were fine! They just hurt a little, that's all! What's your name? I'm filing a complaint!" Desperate to prove herself right, she forced her upper body up despite the searing pain and yanked the blanket away. "My legs! Where are my legs?" Beneath the blanket were only two mangled stumps of flesh. Like a madwoman, Alyssa clutched the nurse's arm, screaming the same question over and over—where were her legs? But the nurse, used to scenes like this, offered a few empty words of comfort before walking out.

Someone shouted, "Call 911!" The person beside him grabbed him and shook his head. "She's no longer breathing." "What drove this young woman to do something like that…" "I heard she's that woman's youngest daughter. She lost both her arms." Mom remained frozen, her hand still lifting the sheet. She didn't move at all. Her eyes were locked onto my lifeless body on the ground. Then, she collapsed to the ground as if the life had been sapped out of her, too. Adrian had been standing behind her, his face drained of all color. He hurriedly caught her. As she leaned against him, her head slumped backward, and her eyes were dazed.

If Megan had not shown up in time and shoved them both out of the way with everything she had, they would not have survived. But Megan paid the price. Jamie's eyes reddened a little as he patted his leg. "Megan never wears skirts or shorts because she only has one leg. The other is a prosthetic." She had lost one leg to save Jamie and Charlie. That was how she became the woman they could never forget. I suddenly understood everything. To think there was such a story behind all of this... Then I smiled. "That's nice. Your way of repaying her is taking care of her, and Charlie's way of repaying her is marrying her."

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.

"I'll get over this soon enough." Meanwhile, because of the unfortunate event that Chris went through, he wasn’t able to go to school anymore. After that incident, he can no longer manage to walk. One of his legs was already replaced with a metal bone, and now his other leg was totally amputated from his body. He was alive though... But he felt he no longer had a life. Especially since his beloved girlfriend Rachel was no longer the same either. To be continued... ++++++++ I would like to take this opportunity to say my goodbyes properly to you, my dear reader. Due to how thrilling and suspenseful our story has progressed, I find it unnecessary to bid you farewell.

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.

she insisted and I sighed. “The good news is he is alive and no, he didn't stop loving you,” I told her. Her eyes widened “The bad news is... he lost his limbs” I added. Her whole body stiffened as if someone hit a wall right behind her. “Oh god! What happened?” she asked looking at me with fear in her eyes. I took a deep breath and continued “He got beaten up badly, he had a lot of wolfbanes in him and they had to cut his legs off” I said and her hands began shaking as tears formed in her eyes.

“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