Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

She had passed away. Flashback off "Sorry, patient. This may sound cruel, but we will have to cut off your entire leg up to the top of the thigh." I turned my head, staring at the woman in the all-white outfit blankly. "You're going to cut off my leg?" I didn't feel bad before. I only lost the soles of my feet because I could use sophisticated tools to deal with it. But if my entire leg was cut off, wouldn't it be the same as me becoming someone completely beyond help?

“Penny, the people from the Fergersons are terrifying. They wanted to kill me. They chopped off my foot with an ax. I was really scared.” A grown man like him was scared shitless. Penny could not deny her distress. Previously, when she was staying with the Eastons, she used to be able to talk to this cousin. Though Nathan had done many foolish things, he did not deserve this fate. “Pen, I... I’m so scared. My leg…” Nathan had already been amputated and would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. It was an undeniable fact. Penny did not know how to comfort him and only asked, “Are you sure it was the Fergersons?”

He smiled at me. I looked away and started swinging up high. "It's because..." He just watched me. "I'm not normal." I don't know if he heard that, but I hope he didn't. The swing moved slowly, and he was just looking at me. "I'm not normal either." He said and looked at his leg. I mean his amputated leg. "That's completely fine," I told him. "I can't play soccer anymore." He held tightly on his cargo shorts, and I heard him sniff. Is he crying?

"You really want to know?" "Yes." "It's not a pretty or happy story." Her gaze finally met his. "My dad went through an experience similar to yours. He was in a tank that rolled over an IED. He lived, but the left side of his body was heavily damaged. He lost his leg below the knee and his arm." "Your dad was crippled?"

He was so thin that one as old as the priest she had just met could easily count his ribs without the aid of any lens. His lens and pupils were replaced with a plain milky colour with irritating discharges staining his eyes lashes. He had an amputated arm and leg. Right hand and left respectively he coughed while saying these words. There wasn't any plate nor crutches to support his begging ordeal. He was just there in an irritating position on the floor. Dale's tears flowed down her cheeks. This time she didn't sob. This time she wasn't raped. This time a loved one wasn't killed. Neither was she beaten.

Natalie asked, still smiling. “Yes, I am. I don’t usually read romance novels, but your thriller had me hooked until the end.” Natalie chuckled softly. “It’s nice to meet a fan.” “But what happened to you? In your interviews, you didn’t use a wheelchair,” Luke asked. “I had an accident, and my leg was paralyzed. The doctors said it would take a miracle for me to walk again. I stopped writing because I feel like my life is over.” “Who told you your life is over? Just because you can’t walk doesn’t mean your career is over. You don’t need to walk to write. You can do it from the comfort of your home.”

Jake, with his robust frame, was a force of nature, his presence a constant, reassuring thrum at the edge of her awareness. Lila's cybernetic limb moved seamlessly with her organic form, a testament to her resilience and adaptability. The once foreign appendage now felt like an extension of her very being, no longer a symbol of loss but of strength. She reveled in the sensation, embracing the harmony between flesh and metal.

Andini clenched her fists on the bed then raised her hand with the IV tube to slap Jian's face, but Jian quickly held it back and gripped Andini's finger tightly. "Does Madam want to slap me?" asked Jian coldly and intimidatingly. Andini's body was shaking and full of anger, then Jian's lips smiled faintly and opened the blanket that belonged to Andini's body. The man laughed when he saw Andini's face turn pale as she stared at her two amputated legs. "Where are my legs!!" shouted Andini emotionally. "Where are my legs! I don't want to be disabled! I don't want to be disabled!"

There was a long silence, until I eventually looked up, meeting James' eyes. "Let me tell you a story, officer. "There was this happy family of four who always got along, until one day, the father was hurt and lost his legs, while the mother was diagnosed with uremia. "The two sisters were still quite young, with the elder sister dropping out to work before she could even go to college. "Given her age, her income wasn't exactly good, but there was no helping it—she had a sister still in school and her mother's medical bills to pay for. That was why she worked for years, carrying on with all kinds of work and barely sleeping for hours a day.

he fidgets with our intertwined fingers, and I realize I have never seen him this worried—so anxious—whatever he’s about to tell me, it’s something that’s breaking him apart from the inside. I scoot closer and urge him on. “What is it?” He takes another deep breath, his eyes locking with mine as if seeking strength. “The explosion damaged my knee. I don’t think I’ll ever walk again. Not like a normal person at least. And even if I do manage to get up on my feet, it will only be with the help of a cane or something, but that’s also if I manage to survive the wheelchair. A cane is the best progress I can make and let’s not bullshit ourselves, it might take years for even that to happen.”