Levi Wheelchair Novels & Stories

"Maya? Is that you?" The soft, slightly slurred voice from the living room instantly melted the tight coil of tension in her shoulders. Maya dropped her tote bag by the door and walked into the small, dimly lit room. Sitting in a specialized, high-backed wheelchair near the window was Leo. He was nineteen years old, with the same dark, expressive eyes as Maya, but his body was frail, his limbs locked in the tight, unyielding grip of severe cerebral palsy. Next to him sat Mrs. Gable, the elderly neighborhood nurse who Maya paid out of pocket to watch him during the day.

After three times of waking the house up by breaking things in my frustration, they moved everything out of reach. Moving my legs to the side of the bed, I reached for my wheelchair. After three weeks at home in the old wheelchair, Shep said I could finally move into the new one. It had a smaller footprint without the handles in the back. It was far lighter weight than the other one and it was easier to maneuver. My feet also were together on a single platform rather than the stupid stirrup style. Shep also was so proud of himself when he got it for me in a sporty blue color.

“I’m a mother. I’m always on about children and grandchildren, but I was just saying anyway. You have the freedom to make your own choices. I won’t interfere. It’s late. I’ll wheel you upstairs, and you can get some rest.” “Thanks, Mom.” “Why are you acting like a stranger with your mom?” Corey got up and held the wheelchair firmly so Duncan could get on it. Once Duncan was seated securely, Corey wheeled him into the elevator. Since Duncan’s accident, the Lewises installed an elevator in the house for Duncan’s accessibility to the upper floors as he would be in a wheelchair for a while. They arrived on the second floor. “Mom, you should get some rest too. I can get back to my room. Good nigh

He said, "I'll take you to your house first. Get changed and freshen up. Then, I'll bring you back to the hospital, but! This is the last time you are sleeping in the hospital, Riley, and the management only allowed it because of me." With another nod, Riley acknowledged, "Thank you, Adrian." Together with Clint, Riley, and Adrian, they left the restaurant. By the car, Riley watched as Adrian stood up with Clint's help. He entered the vehicle independently, using his left leg and strong arms, while Clint kept the wheelchair in the trunk. Adrian had an electric yet foldable wheelchair, which was a convenient choice for traveling. After seeing Adrian settle down, she joined in the backseat. It

Is the wife of a Levi Mathias really left him because they have a special needs child? Is that so?

I hate that Lila is excited about it. “The physical therapy worked. Although he will still need to use the wheelchair, Mr. Jake should be able to walk on his own at least around the house. I’d recommend getting a walking stick to aid his walking. Congratulations again, I must say, Miss Lila, you did an amazing job.” The doctor reached for Lila’s hands, tapping them gently with that smile again. Can she stop smiling? What the fuck?

1 week later *Levi* I am in my trailer, getting ready to leave for today. Will had some new scans and x-rays done today to check if there is still swelling, as he is still paralyzed from the waist down. And I can't wait to get there and hear what they have to say. In all other ways, he seems to be healing fast. And Willa is starting to talk about taking him home. Dan is going to fly him on the private jet with a doctor and nurse to care for him. I hate that I need to stay here for another month to finish the movie.

Andrew None of the vehicles I owned would accommodate the cast on Raven’s leg or provide the lumbar support she needed for the ride home, so I booked a spacious van with drop-down side steps for her. She raised a skeptical eyebrow at it when it pulled up in front of the exit, and she tried to peer around at me where I stood behind her wheelchair. “Really, Dad? A minivan? Have you lost all your mojo since I’ve been in the hospital?” I rolled my eyes and helped her to her feet. “I was hoping you’d lose some of your attitude along with your movability.”