Levi Wheelchair Novels & Stories

That night, after Lily went to sleep, Lela sat quietly in her wheelchair. Her crutches were beside her. She looked at them for a long time. She still hated them. But maybe they weren't symbols of what she couldn't do. Maybe they were proof of how far she had already come. A few weeks earlier, she couldn't even sit up without help. Now she could transfer herself. She could stand. She could take steps with assistance. She was learning to use crutches. And someday, those crutches would be gone. She looked toward Lily's room.

“What's this?” Adrian grumbled as Gavin held his hand, gently supporting him into the electric wheelchair just by his bed. “The doctor recommended you use it for a week or two until your ankle is completely healed.” Gavin explained. Adrian rolled his eyes and scoffed, adjusting himself to the chair. “A walking stick would have been just fine.” “You don't even have enough hands.” Gavin mumbled to himself, but it was audible enough for Adrian to hear. Adrian looked up at him with a sharp piercing gaze.

While there was no magic make Grayson not an ass button, the billionaire’s mood did seem to somewhat improve with Amberleigh’s new battle strategy. Between that and the electric wheelchair Amber had Leo buy, it gave Grayson a greater sense of control. He spent the better part of the next morning trying to figure out a way to maneuver himself into it using 1.5 arms and the power of his thigh muscles. He seemed to like challenges and it gave him a focus to strive to achieve.

“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

Robin “You just started a war. You’re aware of that, right?” Levi’s voice was like a scalpel—precise, cold, and meant to draw blood. He was standing by the window of the Moon Pack’s main hall, his back to the moonlight, staring at me with that analytical intensity he’d inherited from God knows where. Not me. I was never that patient. I sat in my wheelchair, the motor humming faintly as I adjusted my position. I nodded. “I’m aware.”

After a while, he controlled his emotions, and said faintly, "Still the same." Mr. Brown couldn't help but continue to ask, "Your personal doctor said that your legs had been better, You can use crutches as an alternative to a wheelchair, why am I still in a wheelchair now?" “Being in a wheelchair is less strenuous than using crutches, isn’t it?” Matthew said nonchalantly.

Levi commanded as he jumped out of the truck. Doriane expected him to go around the back and grab her crutches for her, or even the wheelchair Levi had bought. She felt he was going very overboard with his over-protectiveness. He not only bought two pairs of crutches and a wheelchair, but a whole new wardrobe, new bed-set, a couple stair steps (like she could even use them), her medication along with five other bottles of pain and cold medicines, and he told her he was already having a prosthetic foot made to fit her. At first, she was appalled by the way he was treating her. She was fine, after all. But once she realized there was no stopping him, she just accepted the fact.

Levi grabbed the wheelchair, but I felt strong and wanted to stretch my legs, so I decided to walk. We found a bench beneath a tree, with sunlight filtering softly through the leaves above us. And I had already unwrapped the chocolate Levi had brought and was nibbling on it, occasionally passing a piece to my mother, who gladly accepted. She unpacked the food, neatly plating everything, while I turned to Levi and explained the dish, including what was in it. I didn't want him to get food poisoning from eating something he shouldn't be eating, but he was fine with everything.

"Leon, let me go find you a wheelchair," Damian said before Iris could answer. Before, when his legs were crippled, he needed to move around with a wheelchair. Ever since his legs recovered, the wheelchair was in the living room. In just a moment, he quickly pushed the chair out. After that, Snow and Iris helped the weakened Leon into the seat. "Mister Wolf, how is Darius right now? Why isn't he showing signs of waking up?" Yuri could not help but ask with some worry when he saw that Darius was still not moving at all on the bed.

That person slowly approached, Carwyn Levi only now discovered, it was Nadia sitting in a wheelchair! The wheelchair seemed to be moving on its own, bringing Nadia to their side. Carwyn Levi couldn't hold it anymore and rushed out. In front of her, she discovered that Nadia was in a coma, her mouth was covered, and her hands and feet were also tied to the wheelchair with ropes.