Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

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.

News of Vincent and Denise seizing the Young family’s assets jolted him back to life. Determined, Liam began to systematically dismantle their partnerships with other companies, using every means at his disposal to crush them in the business world. Yet, he never finished them off completely, choosing instead to toy with them, dragging out their suffering. The relentless pressure drove Vincent to develop a gambling addiction. He threw money around at the casinos until he racked up insurmountable debt. Desperate, he sold every organ he could, but it wasn’t enough, and he soon died from an infection.

I drifted to the bed and held Stella's fingers as they went cold in mine. "Stella, don't leave me. Please. Open your eyes. Look at me. I'm begging you. Don't leave me." The nurses turned away. Someone sniffed. The room felt hollow. "We did everything we could... Your daughter still had a chance. If that kidney had gone to Stella, maybe—" He stopped. He didn't have to say the rest. I already knew. If that kidney had gone to Stella, she'd still be here. But Kylie cut off her only shot.

The doctor had at some point already reloaded her gun and had shot him. Anderson watched the doctor slowly make her way towards him. Although in pain, he was inwardly surprised at the accuracy of her shot. They had been a few meters away, but she had accurately hit his leg. That aside, his leg was really hurting. It felt real. Too real. The pain, the burn, the bleeding. Yes, he had already felt everything else. From eating to sleeping to being punched and manhandled, but the searing pain from the gun felt like a wakeup call. If not for the fact that he knew in his heart, even if it was not true, that everything was fake, nothing but a “story” being cooked up by Suit, he would have believed h

"Well it seems my dear niece has been hiding more from people then I originally thought. She's been living with a bum ankle. They have to retreat it do some remodeling, set and pin it, then put it in traction for a few days, and then cast it." "Whoa calm down what do you mean retreat and remodel...." "Apparently she broke it a while ago but never got it taken care. So there are pieces of bone missing so they have to retreat it file some of it down, and then fill in the holes in with a makeshift bone." "Damn that sounds like it was painful and a disaster waiting to happen" Blake growled low at the pain the woman must of been in. "I'm sorry" Leon nodded and the two men sat silently for a bit w

Nor would she have lied to herself that she no longer loved Jay, even if she probably would not hold out much hope for him, because she had been thoroughly every time she did before. And in worse cases, she thought she could die. "It was months later when I finally regained consciousness. I was being treated abroad, and Alan Levine was there with me. He was the one who told me that my right leg was crippled." Jay smiled faintly even as he continued his story, as if all those troubled times were past him. "The only thought I had was that I no longer deserved Zoe, and I felt the same way I did when I first met her—that she was an angel I could never reach. However, while I could work hard duri