Levi Wheelchair Novels & Stories

Alma looked at his rigid back, her fingers gently releasing the control joystick. This electric wheelchair was equipped with specialized rubber wheels designed for silent indoor movement. Combined with the penthouse's premium hardwood flooring, she couldn't have made a sound even if she wanted to. This man, notorious for his cold ruthlessness, had actually resorted to such a clumsy excuse just to force her to rest and heal. Alma did not expose him. She replied softly, her voice as gentle as a silk ribbon drifting through the quiet space: "Yes, I understand. Thank you for being so thoughtful... about fearing the sound of my wheels."

The doctor came in, cutting off their reconciliation process. He had come to talk to Mimie about the kind wheelchair she’d prefer. Her leg which had just been operated on needed time to heal properly which made the doctor recommend the wheel chair for her as she was unable to stand on her feets. He had brought an iPad along with him that had different designs of wheelchairs on them, he wanted to pick the one she liked so he could make it available for her on checking out.

Leaving the entire back seat for me. I can walk short distance and get on the bed in the hospital but how I’m going to climb into this monster. The bed ca be lowered or raised depending on my needs, but this Jeep is tall. Yes, I am small but sitting in the wheelchair means I’m as big as one of the wheels of this thing. So yeah, it’s a climb for me.

I can use it with one hand, I had to call my mother to thank her for that. Because this makes a whole lot of difference for me. I’m able to move down the ramp at a snail’s pace. There are some places I can’t get to, and I can’t be in a wheelchair for more than an hour because my leg needs to be elevated for a good six hours a day. Today I couldn’t find Percy. I’ve called him, but he won’t answer. I know he’s somewhere in the house. He purposefully left his cell phone in his bedroom so he could give himself an excuse. We’re an hour late with my afternoon medicine and I feel like shouting at him. Going back up the ramp would be hard if it weren’t for the tires on this advanced wheelchair. So a

She insisted on me slowly starting to walk so I can get used to moving around. She has one of her arms wrapped around my waist to stabilize me, and the other holds my hand over her shoulder. She is really strong, holding me up with no troubles even though I’m more of a dead weight to her. After three-month coma, my legs can’t really hold up my body. I hate being so weak, but everyone assures me they’re fine with helping me. Once I’m comfortably sitting in the wheelchair, Lia covers my legs with a cute fuzzy blanket then pushes me outside, to the living room where Lorenzo is waiting for me.

Alas, before he was even able to reply, she suddenly added, “I know! Why don’t I just use your wheelchair?” Though he wanted to stop her, she quickly sat in his chair before pressing a button… and just like that, it moved forward a little! “How convenient! I’d love to have a wheelchair like this as well!” Instantly sitting up with his eyes widened in fear, he held onto the wheelchair before yelling, “Xav! Get off the wheelchair! Now!” Sensing the fear in his voice, Xavia quickly got up and asked, “W-what’s wrong…?” Following a subtle sigh, Zivon then slowly hoisted himself onto the wheelchair before replying, “Look… I designed this wheelchair, so though it looks simple, there are plenty of h

"Whose mouth manufactured the data stating that my frame is incapable of vertical alignment?" Chloe’s eyes dropped downward, tracking his long fingers as they clenched around the steel armrests of his high-tier wheelchair with such escalating, desperate force that his knuckles turned a bloodless white. She launched a direct, low-frequency scold laced with intense worry. "Liam Martin! Stop leveraging blind, uncoordinated bravado to test your physical limits, can you?!"

He then looked at Zachary and asked, “Mr. Strombold, do you need my help?” “It’s alright. I’m all good right now.” Zachary waved his hands and said, “Well, in that case, we’ll leave first. You…” “Alright, you guys should go first,” Matteo said. Zachary nodded and pressed a button on his wheelchair. His wheelchair slowly moved out of the washroom. He was using an electronic wheelchair. However, there were times when he liked Juliette to push him around since they could chat while walking. Maxwell nodded at Matteo. He then walked out behind Zachary.

"He's unconscious, and right now we need every advantage available to us." Eventually, the other healer sighed. "Fine." The second they stepped aside, I walked through the doors, and the sight waiting for me on the other side stopped me cold. For a moment, I couldn't move. Levi lay motionless in the center of the room. Machines surrounded the bed, their sounds filling the otherwise quiet space. Monitors tracked his heartbeat and breathing while tubes and wires disappeared beneath blankets and bandages. Around them were the tools of traditional healing. Enchanted crystals glowing softly in the corners, runes carved into metal plates, herbs burning slowly in ceremonial bowls.

Levi was working in his study room when Aurora entered inside. She peeped her head and saw him doing some paperwork very carefully and attentively. A smile crept into her face and stepped into pushing the door. "Hello." She sang and walked to his table then grabbed a chair for her. She spun on the wheelchair happily like a child. She loved to spin. He was still doing his work not giving any attention to her. Which made her sad and mad. Then she made up her mind to punish him. She's not well yet she comes to see him and he has no time for her.