Surfer That Lost Her Arm Novels & Stories

"Mom, I’ll be your legs now. I’ll always protect you." I thought we would finally live a peaceful life. However, that dream was shattered when a video started circulating online. In it, I was lying on a beach—shirtless, scarred, my large tail fin thrashing against the waves. When fishermen approached, I used the last of my strength to knock them into the sea. They splashed, coughing with swallowed seawater, and yelling for help. The next clip showed Seraphina locked in a metal cage, her red eyes burning with fury. She bit and struck at her captors. Two large men clutched their bleeding arms, shouting curses in panic.

She paused, then called out to me mockingly, "Penelope, you're always scheming with these pathetic tricks! We're helping your little bastard build survival skills. I heard doctors say things like this can help treat autism!" Zachary lovingly tapped her nose. "You are just too kind. It's certain people who don't appreciate it." Then, the two of them pressed the remote again, and more torpedoes exploded along the path I was swimming. Massive walls of water rose up again and again, shoving me farther away and keeping me from reaching Blake. I used every last ounce of strength to swim toward Blake. "Blake! Grab my hand!" Just as my fingertips were about to touch his, I watched in horror as half

I pulled the dump handle, trying to deflate and control my way up. But then another wave hit me, seconds after I finally surfaced and inhaled the fresh ocean air. I was pushed down deeper, I was struggling to pull the handle to my left. But then I hunched in pain when I realize that my left arm was wounded, most likely broken from the previous strong impact.

Though they were unable to see the whole thing because all of them had drowned in that sea. “The headmaster didn’t warn us about that sea, didn’t he?” said Karina, her eyes still wide as she stared at the waves. Perhaps, this would be the most unforgettable moment of her life. Who would have thought Reigna could pull off something of the sort? She literally lifted the ocean with nothing but the light on her neck. Skippers were really strong. Shaking her head, Michelle leaned her head on her knees, her arms wrapped around it. “Do you think Jane will be okay?”

Cadfan, who had been a landlord in Madagascar for a period of time, had no idea what Yashita had gone through during this time. He only remembered that Yashita had had an arm amputated in order to save his son, and the shoulder-length wound cut off her entire right arm almost completely.

Seeing her step falter, Rex placed his arm around her waist to assist her in regaining her composure as they continued walking. When they stood mere feet from the stranger, all were silent. “Hello, my love,” Arthur finally said in a warm and emotional voice. “I thought you were lost to me all these years.” “I thought the same of you,” Olga managed to choke out. “They told me that your truck was blown up.” Arthur nodded as he held up his prosthetic hand. “I lost the lower part of my arm, but not my life.” “Thank the gods,” Olga said in a breathy voice. “Where did you find safety?”

She keeps an eye on Jones. “too slow” Jones's mouths, surfing close to her. “What do you mean? You are behind me” Bianca giggles. She couldn't maintain her balance on the surfboard. She became dizzy and fell into the wave. “What the heck!” Bianca's surfboard turns over, and she screams, paddling her arms in the water but she was unable to swim. The crowd ran away to avoid getting into trouble. Everyone gasps in shock. Jones's smile broadened from ear to ear, he jumped into the water holding her in his arms as he surfs to the sandy beach.

It’s only when she jumps that I notice she wrapped her arm awkwardly around the rope, probably done to ensure she’ll be able to hang on. “Let go!” I yell, wincing since I know that rope is going to burn as she falls. She squeezes her eyes shut and free falls into the water. I swim back over right as she pops up from the water. “That was so fun!” she says with a big smile on her face. “I don’t know why I was so scared!” “How’s your arm?” We swim back to shallower water. “My arm?” “You don’t have a rope burn?” She brings her left arm up. Her forearm is raw and little beads of blood pool on her skin. “Oh shit. I didn’t even feel that.”

She tried to move her fingers, but they felt numb and unresponsive. The nurse noticed her gaze and nodded sympathetically. "Your arm was badly damaged, Renata. The doctor will come in and explain the details of your surgery." Renata's eyes welled up with tears as she thought about the possibility of losing her arm. She had always taken her mobility and independence for granted, and now she was facing the possibility of living with a disability.

We had tried to investigate that matter but still had no clue. Our only clue was Isabelle, 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.