Surfer That Lost Her Arm Novels & Stories

Every half meter she advanced, she would be pushed back two or three meters. Braeden also jumped into the sea to save people, but could only go with the waves. Both of them were just being pushed back by the big waves, unable to move forward. On the speedboat, Alissa took aim at Brock and fired a shot, but a big wave came and caused the bullet to veer off course, hitting his arm instead. Unable to maintain his balance, Brock fell into the sea. He struggled, but his tendons and ligaments were snapped, rendering him completely helpless.

“Everything is going to be fine, Dan, believe me—” “No… it’s not. You—you can… see it, and… so can I. My legs… they’re gone, Dani.” I held back my tears as my eyes trailed to his leg. His left leg had been amputated and I was told he might never be able to use the right, ever again. Dr. Trace had believed after the amputation, there was a better chance at his recovery. Without his legs, he’ll never be able to surf again. But still, at least he’d live.

The doe shape of her eyes made her so innocent and pure, making me feel even more protective of her. I was yet to find out who did the explosion. We had tried to investigate that matter but still had no clue. Our only clue was Giselle, but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable by asking her such things. She lost an arm due to that incident and almost had a near-death experience. She must've been traumatised by it. It'd be cruel to make her reminisce about it.

"You son of a bitch—go to hell!" I dodged on instinct. A sharp hiss of white smoke exploded across my left arm, followed by a searing burn—my sleeve corroded and turned black on the spot. "You ungrateful piece of trash! You deserve to die!" Security guards tackled him to the ground, but he kept thrashing like a wild animal. Then, someone stepped in front of me. "I'm sorry, everyone. I know this is my husband's fault. And mine too." It was Ivy. Her voice was soft, but she grabbed me and pulled off my disguise without hesitation.

Kai and I finally could move on from the Professor Hamilton ordeal, and our life was so much better for it. Yes, everything is packed and ready to go. Lauran says enthusiastically. After Lauran and I get off FaceTime, Kai and I walk down to this little ice cream shop down the block from our apartment. Then we take our cones down to the beach and watch the surfers. Today is one of Dakoda’s and the guy’s big days. Dakoda is a pro surfer now. She made the big leads a couple months back. I’m so proud of her and everything she has overcome with her near-death experience on the board and losing her memory of the guys she loves so much. She didn’t think she would ever get back on a board again. But

On the deck of the speedboat, everyone was scurrying to lift David up. "How are you feeling, Mr. David? You must hold on! We're heading back to land now and will get you the best doctor." Everyone was incredibly concerned about David. He was, after all, missing an arm, and there was a gaping wound the size of a dessert plate on his shoulder. Not to mention, he had been soaking in the icy seawater for half an hour. By now, he was already one foot in the grave.

“My request was denied. But I was seriously injured. The family granted me seven days of medical leave.” “Injured?” Adrian’s face shifted. He stepped forward fast. “Where? How bad?” I lifted my sleeve. Under the moonlight, my arm—once pale and soft—was a map of survival: deep scars from frostbite, cuts from broken equipment, bruises from hauling crates, burns from improvised repairs… Ugly. Raw. Brutal. Adrian’s pupils constricted sharply. “What happened to you? Frost—what the hell—how did it get this bad?” I let him hold my arm.

But my legs were tangling in something—kelp, maybe, or debris—and the water kept pulling me under. My head hit something hard. Rock. The pain was blinding. The world tilted. Water filled my mouth, my lungs. I could hear shouting. Screaming. Amélie crying my name. The surfer dove for me. I felt hands grabbing my arm, trying to pull me up. But the current was too strong. And my head was spinning. And everything was going dark. I thought about Sarra. About this morning, her hair spread across my chest. About how I'd finally gotten it right, and it was too late.

One of the two female members in Wolf’s Den, Vanessa Harris, was ranked at seventh place, while the other female member, Fiona Jennings, was at fourteenth place. As for One-armed Guardian, Martin Jakeman, he was ranked number twelve. It was obvious how significant the impact was for Martin after losing an arm. With his previous strength and talent in learning martial arts with one look, he was destined to get into the top six. But now, he was in twelfth place. Although Tyr felt it a pity, he believed that it was a blessing in disguise. Having lost an arm, new paths might very well open up for Martin. One day, he’ll definitely make it back to the top.

Even with the current advanced medical skills, it could only be replaced by a prosthetic arm. “According to your words just now, you wanted to break my legs. If I double the payback and break all your limbs now, it won’t be too excessive, right?” When Sullivan heard this, his face immediately trembled with fear. He could not bother about the injury in his arm and rushed over without fear for his life! Even if he lost an arm, Sullivan was still a skilled fighter. However, his rhythm was disrupted by the force just now. He only recovered half his strength after some adjustment.