Healing My Disabled Husband Novels & Stories

The hospital discharge was a long-awaited moment for Damien. After weeks of recovering from the attack, he was finally going home with Brenda, his devoted wife. Damien sat in a wheelchair, his body weakened by the injuries sustained during the assault. Brenda stood behind the wheelchair, ready to push him into their house. As they entered the familiar surroundings of their home, Damien’s irritation began to build. The doctor had warned him about the importance of minimizing movement to avoid reopening his stitches, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling of weakness that came with being in a wheelchair. The frustration bubbled up inside him, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Arrya said sadly. "it's based on the patient Mrs. Willington. Your husband wants to be discharged and there is nothing we can do about it because his healing process is on him. We will assign a wheelchair with his crouches so he can use them and also the nurse assigned to him will be visiting four times a week and also a personal trainer. Here is his diet timetable, Make sure it's being followed strictly," The doctor handed Arrya an envelope before calling someone on his office phone. Immediately a nurse rushed in.

She wouldn’t get the chance. “That damn bastard of a woman. I still can’t walk without this cane,” I muttered under my breath. Lee glanced at me curiously. “How did that happen? You never told me why.” My blood boiled. “She got the maneuver out of my hands, causing the accident. I woke up with my feet elevated, and the doctor said I couldn’t walk without therapy because of the fractures. But I’m not buying into that damn therapy. To this day, I still can’t walk without support. And that woman? The doctor said she left the hospital after a few weeks.”

If anything happens to me, my husband will not leave you. Liam burst out laughing at Lelia's words. "Which husband are you talking about? Your crippled husband? Even a dog is not afraid of a crippled man, and you are scaring me with your crippled husband? And why would he object to my work? He put you down to prostitution. What else can a crippled man do?" Liam said and grabbed Lelia's cheek. Liam's nails dug into Lelia's flesh. Lelia felt intense disgust at the touch of Liam's hand and pushed Liam's hand away and spat in his face.

“Have you been able to walk all this while?” “What doctor made this happen?” Their questions poured in followed by their blinding lights Leon snatched a microphone from one of them and said “No doctor was able to fix me, they all told me I would never be able to walk again but-” he stopped halfway and turned to him “What are doing” I let out an awkward laugh “My beautiful wife here made it happen,” Leon said, his voice filled with pride. “She did what the doctors said was impossible. I’m forever grateful to her.” He added

, I said again touching his shoulder lightly. He wasn't wearing a shirt only jeans that hung low on his hips. His abs were lost now but he wasn't completely out of shape. He is doing some exercises that don't tire him out. "I used to believe that too you know", he said harshly. "And? Now what happened?", I asked sadly. "I saw the truth. I'm stuck in the wheelchair forever ", he said. "I would never lose hope if I were you ", I tried to motivate him. "Ziva I have recently learnt that accepting the reality is the best way to tackle my disability. I know people around me think the same", he said.

“Be less of a man than I was. What if I don’t fully recover?” I knew how Richard’s mind worked. I understood he was focused on the worst-case scenario and needed to reassure him. I stood, the chair scraping across the floor as I pushed it back in anger. Richard’s eyes flew open, his gaze startled. I leaned over him. “Listen to me, Richard VanRyan. Whether you’re walking on two feet, with canes to help you, or in a wheelchair, I don’t give a damn. You’ll be here with me. Helping raise our daughters. By my side. You can still work. Be a father. My husband. There’ll be adjustments and changes to our life, but you’ll still be here.” I paused, sucking in a much-needed breath. “Your legs don’t det

she added, she was tired, not physically tired but emotionally tired. It's been one good year but no progress in her marriage, she had thought maybe in his condition that they could get close to each other since he was always at home but no, he doesn't even let her stay at home, always ordering her to go to work, he had gotten Gary to place a table before his bed and there, he always put his laptop and his medicines. He could sit up on the bed on his own now, so he had set his alarm to wake him up in the night for him to take his medicine. He just doesn't want her helping him and she knows and it hurts her that her husband can't even depend on her in his condition.

James Hopkins was reading through my medical report with glasses, frowning deeper as he read further. In the end, he looked up at Cyrus and said, "You're her husband? She suffered such serious nerve damage back then. Why did you only bring her here now?" Cyrus took all the blame as he replied humbly, "It was my oversight. Do you think there's any chance of treating her?" "There is a way, but it will be challenging. The toxin has lingered in her nervous system for more than ten years. She'll need daily rehabilitation, oral medication, and someone patient enough to guide her through relearning her cognition."

Rowland smiled and held her hand, "listen, honey, you are married now so you need to leave the planning and worrying to your husband. I've already gotten in touch with specialists who will treat you at home. I'm hopeful that in less than a month, you will be able to use your legs. You will use a wheelchair for now but it will just be temporary. Once your legs get better, we will begin intimacy as husband and wife, I'm sure you know what I mean." Lizzy of course knew what he meant but that was not part of her plans. "What if I don't get my legs back in a month?" She asked. Rowland frowned at her, "I don't want to hear such nonsense. I'm not spending so much money so you'll remain a cripple. I