Peeta Mellark Prosthetic Leg Novels & Stories

The scar had almost completely disappeared by now. Oliver would stay with Emma and then April and I would go to the hospital. They would make a mold of her leg and then, we would have to go back there twice. One for the fitting of her socket, or whatever that fucking thing is called and then again for the actual prosthetic. Whole thing should take about a month. We would be getting an hotel for our first visit and I couldn’t fucking wait to be alone with April. O the things I was going to do to her. Fuck, just thinking about it made me so damn crazy.

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.

I got out of bed with Eva's help and sat on the chair in front of Doctor Aileen's desk. "Doctor, when can my brother start using his prosthetic leg?" Eva asked. "The item will be sent in ten days, but according to the manufacturer, for use must consult a doctor." "Ah, it's almost here, huh?" Doctor Aileen said happily. "Mr. Peter must undergo therapy until it is complete, especially if there are still muscle problems. Prosthetic legs are not as easy to use as they seem. Prosthetic users need a lot of practice and adjustment before they really get used to it, especially if only one."

The whining sound from his prosthetic legs saturated the room, announcing his presence. Seven years ago, when the war was at its peak, he had lost his legs from the knee downward to the swinging blade of Gustav's father. Werewolves and Lycans can heal up pretty fast after suffering an injury, but when a limb is lost, it's gone for good. Too bad we do not possess the gift of regeneration. Klein, the pack doctor, was able to fuse prosthetic limbs into his legs, but father was not at the least pleased with the artificial substitution. He was a proud man to a fault.

He turned again and went for the exit of the classroom. "Ah, before I forget again, Auror Moody. You should schedule a visit to any hospital in Japan during the holidays. Two years ago, they developed a new prosthesis to substitute amputated limbs. By what I saw and read, they managed to give total freedom of movement back to wizards and witches who had lost one leg or two in some cases." Erik said after stopping just short of the door without turning. After being sure that the rugged Auror had heard him, Erik walked out of the classroom and left the Aurors alone to complete their preparations for classes.

Elena said nothing. "Below the knee," Rosa said. "The left leg. He lost it in the first week at the Quebec facility. The injuries were too severe. There was no—" She stopped again. Pressed her hands flat on the table. "He has been living with a prosthetic for thirty-one years. He built this house on it. He has been walking on it for thirty-one years in the woods and the rain and the winter and he never—" Her voice broke. "He never told me. In four hours on the phone, he never said." "Why didn't he say?" Elena said.

I drop the wet piece of cloth into a bundle on the floor and make my way closer to the side of my bed. But, just as I am loosening my buckle, I feel the incredible pain shoot from the base of my stump to my core. I cringe for but a brief moment and shove my wet, muddy pants over my ass, dropping it in one sweep movement down my legs. I sit down with my back facing the door; as I take in a deep breath, I relax my leg and feel the pain shoot through my body once again. I softly whisper, "You damn idiot Clayton." I look down with a mind filled with emotions at my leg, holding it gently in my hands. Then I press the depress release button of my prosthesis. Gently but slowly, I move it just a lit

He chuckled at her defensive glower before moving on. Pam limped toward Chuck’s booth with her pen and pad ready. She was grateful that Pete was willing to take her back, bad leg and all. Her wounds had faded enough to be able to cover with make-up, but the tendon in her leg had been severed and she would always have a limp. Even though it slowed her down, it didn’t stop her from keeping up with her duties.

I whispered. “You got a problem, Melody? I’d say take a picture; it would last longer, but I’m getting the vibe my mate would rip you apart at the idea you’d have a nude picture of me.” I sighed, finishing getting dressed. “I wasn’t trying to look at you naked.” Melody wrinkled her nose. “I was more interested in the nub of your leg. I’ve never seen someone who was missing a leg before.” She shrugged. Kayla snorted. She didn’t buy that. I shrugged and leaned against the wall to get my prosthetic back on.

Then, he picked up the car on the bed and started playing on his own. Sara walked in with a cane. "Mom, please sit down." Jenna helped Sara sit down beside the bed, unzipped her shorts, and said distressingly, "This prosthetic has been operating for so long that your legs are turning red. You'd better walk less. Next time, let's use the wheelchair."