Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

* Althea * The sadness filled my heart as he struggled to let his leg down from the bed but I looked away before he could read the emotion that I felt through my eyes. I have never once thought that Alpha Joe would end up like this, his other leg is made of metal since they had to cut it off after the infection spread. The doctors tried their best to save it but it could put his life in danger. "It feels strange to have my other leg so foreign to me. Even when the doctor explained why this happened I still couldn't manage to walk like this."

In the stories of resilience, they found a tapestry woven with threads of courage, perseverance, and the unwavering belief in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. In Chapter 88, they encountered Sophie, a survivor of a life-altering accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Through Sophie's journey of adapting to her new reality, they witnessed her unwavering determination to redefine her life and become an advocate for accessibility and inclusion. Her spirit illuminated the path of countless others facing similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their own strength and fight for a world where everyone has equal opportunities.

Apart from that bleeding they had stopped from coming out of his mouth, his left and right legs looked mangled as though they had been crushed into a pulp. “We can,” Joel said quietly. Mary looked up at the sound of his voice. His tone matched the crestfallen expression she saw on his face-pain. Then she saw him tapping his hands against his legs and understood. He thought about what would happen to the man if he woke up and realized that his legs were gone. Would he hate himself and wish he had died? Mary has been in the same situation once. She had amputated the legs, it being the only way they could stop the infection from eating up the whole body. But when the man had woken up, he had re

After a long silence, she finally spoke to the guards. “From what I see, the right leg has some burns but it can heal with the right medication and ointment. It will take time, but it should recover.” “But what?” Caroline asked weakly, fear thick in her voice. Doctor Sharma looked at her for the first time. “Your left leg is badly damaged. It will need to be amputated. You will require a prosthetic leg.” Caroline’s world stopped. She stared at the doctor, eyes wide with horror. The words sank in slowly, like knives twisting in her chest. Amputated. Her leg. Gone. Forever.

" Isreal’s voice boomed in my ears along with Martin’s and the heart rate monitor that just couldn't stop beeping. Was I in hell? Because if this was hell, I wanted to get out, right now. I opened my eyes wider and sat up straight. My leg, I couldn't feel it, at all. Dashing my head at Martin, I yelled, "You amputated my leg?" I could feel the other one, it was in light pain but I couldn't feel my right leg. Martin shook his head and laughed, "Poor you. What are you going to do with one leg?" I couldn't tell if he was joking or not but the second I heard him, I ripped apart the blue sheet from my body and studied my limbs.

Luciano's POV The smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I forced my eyes open and met the doctor's grave expression. "Mr. Damiani, your legs were severely crushed in the car accident. To save your life, we had no choice but to perform an amputation…" Amputation? My legs… were gone? I lay there on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The phantom pain from my lower body—pain from something that no longer existed—was vivid, gnawing at me in waves.

She had definitely seen them when escaping… She struggled to process the words and shrieked, "What amputation? My legs are fine! They just hurt a little. How could you amputate them? What's your name? I'm filing a complaint!" As if wanting to prove something, she fought through the pain and struggled into an upright position. Then, she yanked the blanket away. She let out a piercing scream. "My legs! Where are they?" There were only two ugly stumps of flesh under the blanket.

I am taken to a dingy hospital on a bloodied stretcher and I wake up without a leg or an arm. My head is filled with images such as these. They change a little every time. Some of the times I die, at other times I lose an arm or a leg. It happened to someone else. It could have been me. This keeps repeating in my head. I keep telling myself how lucky I have been.

He would dance every time she would sing and he always lent an ear whenever she felt like telling tons of stories. She was looking up praying that Polly was just inside having the time of his life - lots of food, lots of attention and, the care he always needed, wanted and deserved. “Oh, Polly, I wish you are okay. I wish you are steps closer to your dreams of finding that person you will love for the rest of your life.” Somewhere in the Philippines, Reggie was looking up to the sky by his window. The stroke he had months back had rendered half of his body paralyzed. He could no longer work. He could no longer do what he loved doing.

I couldn’t run or do anything that would make them bounce now anyway. All I could do is sit and I could lie down and apparently I could feel sorry for myself. I had to trust Mary and the Moon Goddess. They told me I would come out of this. That they believed in me. I needed to work hard and I could get through this. But it wasn’t just the loss of my legs. It were the memories that still haunted me. Not having legs temporarily was already bad enough, but I kept seeing Mona’s face when she stabbed me. I felt really bad for Leia, she must have felt the same way about Mark. And she loved Mark. To have someone that you love, hurt you so much, that is like another level of cruelty.