Healing My Disabled Husband Novels & Stories

"By the way, I've told my husband to help you look out for anyone who can treat your hands." Her husband was a doctor at a hospital. Even though their love story was not as dramatic as Ian's and mine, they had a stable yet happy family. After finding out about my injury, they showed great concern and started helping me look around for a good doctor to treat my hands. However, there was nothing I could do to repay them. "An orthopaedic specialist from my husband's hospital is returning from overseas soon. He’s helped you make an appointment on Saturday for a consultation."

Even though he used to work while still in the wheel chair, but some work that he needed traveling for was a hard thing for him. Thank my father who introduced that therapist to us. He has been very useful in Keron's healing.He was able to resume to his busy schedules as a musician and me l could work with him when he goes to his office at Keron enterprises and it also helped me a lot not to think too much about my problems. And my family has been there for me the thing which am more thankful and grateful for.

Uncle Luke had been arrested and sentenced to thirty years in prison for attempted murder, and I had been left paralyzed from my waist down, while the cause of everything stood before me calling it a stupid accident. "I'm not sending her back, she's your wife now, and you'll have to live with it, end of discussion." Father finalized calmly. He was clearly upset because I had reminded him that he was the reason I was crippled. He didn't like being reminded, but at the same time he wouldn't let me live a day without reminding me that I was disabled. It was clear in his eyes, he pitied me, I was a burden to him, and he simply wanted me to be another person's problem. It was exactly why he would

“Still do. Excuse me fellas.” I stood up from my stool and headed on to the dancefloor to be with my wife. “Can we go home now?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Not yet.” She told me, smirking. “We still need to cut the cake and Axel still has his speech.” “1 hour, and I will carry you out if you’re not done by then.” I warned, she laughed. Fucking beautiful. I kissed her slowly on her lips. The kiss deepened, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer. Forgetting for a minute where we were, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. “Ok, enough of that, there are kids running round still.” Ink warned, standing next to us. We pulled apart quickly, Kirsty blushe

"I know that's a weird thing to say but it really opened my eyes. It showed me a lot of people's true colours. I lost a lot of friends because no one wanted to be associated with a cripple. I gave my husband hell but he still stuck with me. He bathed me. He took me to the toilet. He fed me. He took me to therapy. He took me out to get some sun. We did a lot of meditation together. And we smoked together. He was an angel. A lot of husbands leave when something so tragic strikes your life but he stayed. The accident saved my marriage! It brought the love of my life back to me!" There's a big sweet smile on her face as she reminisces on the rainy season and the absolute sun that Caleb was. I ha

"They said it was impossible because they didn’t believe. But I believe in you. I know you can stand again." He scoffed, incredulous. "You’re delusional. No one—" "But I’m not no one," she interrupted softly, her voice steady. "I’m your wife. And I’ve seen this before. My mother…" Her voice faltered, just for a second. But the quiet vulnerability in that brief pause didn’t go unnoticed. "She healed herself after a similar injury. It took time, effort, patience, and faith, but she did it."

He could not think of the company affairs, as almost everything he controlled had been taken from him, and after living a life with Elise as his companion, it seemed harder to move on from. Now, the only way he survived these days—against his will—was to throw himself into the best state of recovery, forcing his body to obey his will. Maybe Elise never saw him as a ‘man’ because of his disability, but once he could perform in all areas—even more than any other person—then she would be forced to. After letting go of his cane, he took unaided steps, and opposed to the expectations he had for this day—the first time Elise had muttered that she could heal him—he felt nothing.

"I didn't force you to marry her to pay off the Miller's debts! I save her at the same time! Look closer, Max. At least pay attention to your wife even for a few seconds!" The doctor came in at the bad moment and shivered at the heavy atmosphere in the room. Before the doctor could excuse himself. Rowen ushered him in. "W-Well the results of your son's diagnosis is that he'll be needing therapy to recover his leg. Also, a wheelchair to support him during therapy." "A wheelchair!? Are you saying that I'm disabled?" Max shouted at the poor doctor. "You are disabled now!" Rowen glared at his son. He apologized to the doctor and the man ran away scared.

He ought to teach her a lesson one of these days. “I don’t agree to it, so you won’t be marrying him! With so many men at your disposal, why on earth are you choosing a crippled one? What kind of happiness can he possibly offer you?” His son was now disabled, and he was only left with a daughter to count on. However, she was planning on marrying a disabled person? “Dad, you’re not allowed to say that about him! He merely injured his legs, and it doesn’t mean he’s going to be in a wheelchair his whole life,” Tammy said with a cold face.