Levi Wheelchair Novels & Stories

I waited for them to exit fully before I diverted my eyes to the kid beside me. Leira was just looking at me with intent upon trying to figure out why am I in a wheelchair, but good thing she didn’t asked anything and chose to be silent, moving herself to rest her head to my shoulder, but I lifted it back and forced myself to stand up, in order for her to be more comfortable with her position. “They are now gone. Mind sharing your thoughts to momma?” I asked upon caressing her back when she laid her head on the left side of my shoulder. I then brushed her curly hair with my bare finger while biting my lips in secret to control the pain from my shoulder.

Sounds good. After everyone finished eating, I called a wheelchair specialist to come in and measure me for a better chair. If I have to be in one, it's going to be one that I like. When the specialist arrived, he had four different options for me to try. I tried each one, but I really liked the NuMotion wheelchair. With the extra thick pad on the seat. I ordered one in dark purple, but he had a hot pink one that he could loan me until mine comes in. I smiled, "Thank you so much. This is perfect. We will see you when mine comes in." He thanked me and left. I was wheeling myself around the castle, getting used to my chair, when Conri asked, "Are you going to sit still yet?"

Two maids came over, both with panicked expressions on their faces. “Sir, Mr. Levi is angry again. Everything in the room has been smashed, and the woman he brought back... is dead.” Since being crippled by Caleb, Levi had experienced abnormal excretory functions. Now, not only could he not get an erection, but he also had to use diapers every day. As someone who was accustomed to a smooth sailing life, he simply could not bear this blow. His temper had become exceptionally strange. Miles was somewhat impatient. After making a fuss for so long, Levi should have stopped.

Living lying in that bed, waiting for people to take him places, wipe his ass and put food in his mouth, like a fucking baby? “Fuck everything.” He growled, moving the wheels of the chair as he always forced himself to do, even with the small joystick at the end of one of the arms, which allowed him to turn on and control the motor in it. It was his request for the chair to be adapted to be mechanical and motorized at the same time, anyway. If he could just make the effort to move those wheels or just push a button, then he would, to prove to everyone that he wasn't completely useless.

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.

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.”

Leah asked, her voice filled with concern. “I just attempted to try and stand and that was it. I couldn't believe it myself,” he replied. “I mean, all this is happening because of you. I thought I'll be stuck in the wheelchair for a very very long time. Thank you, Leah. Really, thank you for everything.” “Come on, Jeremy. It's all you. Your faith and determination is doing it. Before you know it, you're jumping and running as before. Thank you for not frustrating my efforts,” Leah said.

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.

She probably knows a lot of secrets too. She saw Leonna checking the wheelchair. She went closer with curiosity. She heard Leonna say “The wheelchair that we just grabbed for mum to use from the hospital is a bit squeaky. I’m sure you don’t mind her using this. Well, you said that you don’t like this chair before.”

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.