Surfer That Lost Her Arm Novels & Stories

That struck our hearts that they sank from our chest. “I’m sorry,” Katie apologized. “Oh, don’t be,” Brock continued. “Li reminds me of him. He’s quite a big guy. Um, after that accident, I lost the scholarship. Though my friends and family, they were all very supportive of me,” he sighed. “I missed football, I missed the excitement and adrenaline rush, but I could no longer do it with one arm. I got depressed.

The shape of her eyes, like a gentle deer, made her look so pure and innocent, making me want to protect her even more. I still did not know who caused the big explosion. We tried to find out, but we still had no idea. The only person who might know was Lila, but I did not want to make her upset by asking her about it. She lost an arm because of that accident and almost died. She probably had a very bad experience because of it. It would be mean to make her think about it again.

I took the woman's remaining hand in mine and squeezed gently. "What's your name?" I asked. "S-Sara," she gasped. "Sara. That's a beautiful name. My mother's best friend was named Sara." It was a lie but needed in this situation. "You're very brave, Sara. You're going to survive this. You're going to go home and you're going to live a long life and tell everyone about the day you fought the shadow army and won." "I lost my arm," she sobbed. "You kept your life. That's what matters." I cleaned the wound while I talked on every scrap of knowledge Maria had given me about herbs and healing. "There's a tonic that helps with pain. Let me get it for you."

My voice caught, thin as wire. He shifted on the bench, not closer, just angling his body toward mine. His hand came up, hovered near my sleeve, but he didn’t touch me. “They didn’t know if she’d live,” I said, softer now, words nearly a whisper. “Her arm—it was barely attached. They had to reconstruct it. She’ll probably never get full use of her hand again.” My eyes burned. I looked up at the sky and blinked hard, refusing to let the tears go.

My arms were stronger and the last of my bandages came off today. During the time I spent in the recovery ward, I met another girl around my age who suffered from the same thing as I did, total amnesia. She couldn’t even remember the accident she was in and was unable to speak her own name before two weeks of recovery. Her name is Sarah and she had been a rock the entire time I was here.

Sharp pain shot through my arm. I looked back at her. Her red eyes were staring directly into mine. Her lips moved. I couldn't hear her. "What?" My breaths were getting heavy, I wanted to scream for help but I knew nobody would come. The ocean suddenly rose. Water rushed around my waist. I tried pulling my hand away. She didn't let go. "Let me go!" The water reached my chest but it didn't stop there, it kept rising. I struggled harder. Her grip became tighter.

Siku, confirming she was in her bedroom, tried to sit up on her bed. It was at this moment that she noticed something was not right. She checked her right hand and was shocked to see that her forearm was gone. All she had left was from her shoulder to her elbow. She stared at her hand for a long time with her eyes wide, unable to react. Her movement, which made a shuffling noise, made her mother lift her head to look in her direction. A smile was plastered on Siku's mother's face to see her daughter finally awake.

"Yes, but I'd like to have you with me. You won this race just as much as I did." Robbie turned to face me, wrapping his good arm around my waist and pulling me in to him. His lips grazed my hairline, his voice soft and low. "It's bittersweet for me in there," he said gently. I looked up questioningly, and he released me and turned back to the window. "The doctor says my arm will never be what it was. The tendon ripped, and he's not sure it's going to heal properly. He says I will probably never sail again like I used to."

As much as they picked on each other, she was sure they loved each other in their own strange way. The impact of loss hit her much harder there, as she still tried to remember what it was like to care about her own existence. To fight for survival. Lariel simply surrenders to her own fate, giving up fighting the deadly amount of water and the force of the current that drags her south. No sooner does she move, and a powerful hand grabs her blouse. The girl's head bursts open, and all the sounds previously muffled by the submergence are magnified tenfold. The blond man holds her against his own body and shouts in her ear:

He sarcastically said, without looking up at the person approaching. Abigail sauntered up to her father with an almost identical smirk, offering him a metal hand. She had lost her right arm in a deadly mission at just fourteen years of age, she also lost her ability to speak..or perhaps she didn't see the need to communicate anymore. Her lost arm was replaced with an even powerful, bionic arm. One that was highly weaponized, courtesy of her father.