Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

Lily The sunlight streamed through the hospital windows, casting a warm glow on the polished floors. It had been weeks since I was brought here, weeks of staring at the ceiling, feeling the numbness in my legs remind me of the attack. The trauma had left me battered, both physically and mentally. My legs, once strong and agile, felt like they belonged to someone else. They were stiff, unresponsive, and foreign. Today, however, was the day I would attempt to use them again, and the kind nurse who had become a source of solace during my stay was here to help me.

the nurse said. I wrote my name, Lizzy and wrote my address and phone number, all fake, then handed the paper and pen back to her, thanked her and quickly left. After that, I went to Peter's house. I had done a lot of research before, so I knew where Peter lived now. Peter's leg was amputated and he now wears a prosthetic leg. His mother died in prison from a serious illness and Eva lost her uterus after an abortion. However, all the hardships they went through seemed to be over and they were living well these days.

“So it has been all games… She should have known earlier. All she inwardly prayed for was another chance. Her leg and everything were lost, but she pleaded with so much pain to be given another chance. They had to pay. They had to give her what she had lost, but time was proving stubborn and not on her side. “Stop thinking too much. You would have recovered from the accident, but how could I give Edward the chance to look at you like a real woman for once? I mean, no one will want to make love to a cripple, you know? Even if you get pregnant through IVF, how do you plan on going through 9 months of fetus growth? The servants won't be around all the time, and as a real woman, you should be ab

“Didn't your friend tell you? They were trying to amputate your leg saying it was infected. Your friend went there and saved you. You would have been a one leg Missy now.” My whole body went cold. I didn’t understand. I didn’t remember either. Why would anyone want to do that to me? The walls seemed to tilt around me, and fear coiled tight in my stomach. I hit my head continuously, I was hearing voices in my head. Amputate her leg!! Amputate her leg!! “I… I don’t understand,” I stammered, my eyes shot tightly. “Why would you want to do that to me? Why would anyone…?”

“Really? No way to remove the tumor locally?” “No. None.” Nick shook his head, but it was a slow, affectionate gesture. “Mia called every damn clinic in North America and asked that very question, and the answer came back the same every time.” “Sorry, man,” Keegan said. “I lost my left leg, too.” Nick’s eyes dropped to Keegan’s leg. “Yeah?” “Mmmm-hmmm.” He stretched it out in front of him and Nick heard the thunk of metal. “Two years ago now. In Afghanistan.”

He pursed his lips, “Both.” I picked through my brain trying to think of the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, “I’ll start with gruesome. We had a man who had come in via ambulance after a farming accident. He’d gotten his leg sucked into a machine that ground up the wheat. Somehow, it had gotten clogged, and he decided a quick stomp on it would do the trick. We had to amputate.” James shuddered at the story, probably imagining the man’s leg after being ground up. I guarantee that his imagination doesn’t come close to the real thing.

“I was back there, helpless, knowing what was coming but unable to stop it from happening.” “Stop what?” Say the words. Say them out loud. “The amputation. I woke up in the hospital and the docs said my leg was gone. But I felt it. I knew it was there but no one would listen to me. They called it phantom limb pain but they were all a bunch of fucking liars. I fought so hard to get out of that goddamned hospital bed. I couldn’t breathe and when I finally sucked air in, all I could smell was dirty flesh and blood and antiseptic. Then the nurse put me in restraints. That much is true. That really happened when I woke up. But then the dream…changes.

" With that, she turns and leaves my hospital room; I know that she is crying that is why she is not facing me as she walks out the door. If I ever felt like a burden, then right now, this is the perfect time to feel like one. So while she is off to bring shock to my parents, I am lying here with only my thoughts. Now, there is a story that I can tell you about a man that has been here before. Then he only had trouble with his one leg, but yet, that man proved that he could become a Marine again. Now, this man finds himself with not one but two legs that do not quite want to work. But guess what, this fucking man is going to become a Raider. Well, his fiancé does not quite know about it yet.

Everything started going wrong since that night. I was here, thrown into this filthy, stinking hell. And I couldn't even kill that idiot Alexander. I shot him, and before I could pull the trigger the second time, I got hit in the leg. At the hospital, the doctor explained that the bullet fragmented and destroyed the nerve endings and blood vessels in the area. Reconstruction would be impossible, so they amputated my entire leg, almost at the groin - making it impossible to fit a prosthetic. So I depended on these damn crutches to walk. After they cut off my leg, they transferred me from the hospital to the infirmary of this horrific prison. As soon as I was a bit better, they threw me into t

I have to show them that I was responsible and forthright. “That’s a very impressive ambition. What about prosthetics draws your interest?” Mrs. Miller asks, sipping her tea. “My father is a former marine. He saw some action in Desert Storm and lost his leg. He has a protesthis. It works well, but he misses some of the movement and agility that he had with his leg that this protesthis doesn’t afford him. I’d love to find a way to help him and others like him” Mr. Miller seems a little disgruntled by my answer and offers a non-committal “Hmmm.”