Peeta Mellark Prosthetic Leg Novels & Stories

“Dad, I-I can’t feel my limbs. A-Am I crippled?” Zavier spoke, his voice trembling. He was only twenty-seven years of age and was in the prime of his youth. He did not wish to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Gavin consoled him, “Zavier, don’t you worry. Medical technology is advanced nowadays. They can even attach prosthetic legs in the case of amputation. Your injury is nothing compared to that. You’ll recover after recuperating for a while. If it doesn’t work, I’ll just send you overseas.”

Maddie gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred. If it weren't for wanting that wretched woman Diana to pay with her life, she wouldn't be able to stand another day! "If I have to rely on crutches for the rest of my life, I'd rather be dead!" "Stop it, Maddie. Don't say such self-defeating words..." Serena was both worried and anxious, "Don't worry, I've already contacted a doctor who specializes in prosthetic limbs. Soon, you'll be able to walk like any other person!"

Luca asked, lifting Gia from his shoulders and setting her firmly on the floor. “They will be late, as always,” I responded, handing him a tray of food to carry to the tables we had set up outdoors. “It amazes me that we are their children,” I heard Elijah grumble from behind me as he entered the kitchen. He stood proud and strong, his long trousers covering the prosthetic leg which allowed him to walk unaided. Eli had hated using a wheelchair, determined that he would walk, one way or another. He'd even given his physical therapist a hard time, pushing for the independence he so desperately desired.

His face was pale, drawn with exhaustion and a deep sense of despair. From the moment he had woken, he knew something was wrong—his right leg was gone. Emerald walked over and took the bowl from the maid's hands. "I'll do it." She scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it out to Brian, but he shook his head. "I'm full. I don't want any more." He turned his head away, his expression cold and distant. Emerald's heart ached at the sight. "Brian, I know losing your leg is hard to accept, but medical technology is very advanced now. Once you recover, you can get a prosthetic. You'll be able to walk just like before—no one will even notice the difference," she said softly.

Samuel felt a newfound strength as he sat up in bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, intending to stand up, but as his feet touched the ground, something felt different. His heart raced as he looked down, and his eyes widened in shock. His once familiar leg was now an artificial one, a prosthetic that gleamed in the soft light. The reality hit him like a tidal wave, and he reached down to touch the cold surface of the prosthetic. His fingers trembled as he traced the contours, and tears welled up in his eyes.

I let out a whimper as I looked at my reflection. I should have known. I shouldn't have hoped that shifting into a werewolf would magically regenerate my leg when not even magic could do that. My prosthetic was still completely there. My werewolf leg went down to the equivalent of a werewolf knee, then the rest was prosthetic, but it was wider somehow to balance out the fact that my paw was missing as well. It did not affect my balance at all, and you couldn’t even really notice unless you were deliberately looking for it, but it was still there.

And was not certain that she would ever get used to it. Looking at the veteran in the wheelchair, she saw a very changed man. He had been humbled. It was a hard lesson to learn, and he had learned it in the worst way. He was still learning it. Big Jake, an army veteran who had lost his leg and now used a prosthetic, stood with his arms crossed his chest as he glared at AJ. The large muscular man could still intimidate people with only one leg and a wolf that rarely came out anymore. One of his mates placed a hand on his shoulder and he visibly relaxed as Electra approached them.

I paused for a moment and then continued, “You see, even a congenital disabilities can treated successfully, let alone your condition, which was cause by a car accident. So please, don’t lose hope.” “Anya I know you’re trying to comfort me.” “No, I am telling the truth.” I insisted. “Even if you can’t walk in the future, there are advanced prosthetics available. With them, you can still walk like a normal person. Kester, you have to believe in yourself.” I held his hand tightly. “Come on, eat something! You need to take care of your body.” I urged. “I don’t want to eat.” His mood plummeted to the lowest point, unaffected by my persuasion.

Once Charity recovered from her musings, she squatted to hold Chester. Her gaze subconsciously turned to Chester’s prosthetic leg. When he was wearing pants earlier, she didn’t realize it. However, now that his pants were rolled up, she could see that the prosthetic leg was artificial. Even so, one could easily tell it was totally different from a real leg as the prosthetic leg was hard. Somehow, an uncomfortable feeling crept up inside Charity. “Aunty Larissa, I’m alright. I accidentally slipped and fell just now.”

The voice was distinctly masculine, an apologetic undertone combined with Bradley spinning over, and punctuated with an outstretched hand. Despite the fact that he had been in possession of a prosthetic leg for nearly two years and been using it for all that time, some of the actions that should have come easily, didn’t. One of which (out of many) was standing up from a fully inclined position. Though his leg bent enough to put it underneath him, keeping the foot in one spot while putting all his weight onto both feet almost always ended in a second fall.