Surfer Who Lost Her Arm นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.

Just ran. The water hit me hard, cold and stronger than it looked. I grabbed Amélie, felt her small body in my arms, used every ounce of strength to push her toward shore. "Help! Someone help her!" A surfer—young guy with sun-bleached hair—grabbed Amélie, pulling her onto his board. But I was already too far out. The current had me. I tried to swim back. Tried to fight it. But my legs were tangling in something—kelp, maybe, or debris—and the water kept pulling me under.

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.

She was surprised by this she-wolf's kindness after such a hostile encounter with the others. Smiling, she raised her hand. "Finally, someone who doesn't want to kill me. My name is Karenina." The girl sat down again, put her hands in her lap and leaned back against the tree. "I would like your help. I seem to have sprained my arm a little." The girl looked down at her bleeding arm. She approached Karen when she was sure she would not be attacked. She lowered herself to the girl's level and asked, "May I see your injured arm more clearly?"

No, she can’t because when my eyes drop below her waist, the bruises on her thighs jump out at me and make my eyes sting. “We were swimming,” she explains while I stand in mute horror. “We rented a boat in Catania and were out in the water. I got thrown against some rocks. That’s all.” And were any of those rocks hand-shaped? Because that’s the shape of the bruise on her left bicep—the perfect imprint of a palm and five fingers wrapped around her arm. “Listen to me.” I close the door behind me and lower my voice to a whisper. “I want the truth.”

"You can't feel what you don't have, bitch!" "What?" Nicole stared at me and raised her arm, the end was bandaged. She looked at the bandaged arm and looked at me, frowning, then ripped the sheet off her body and screamed. She had lost a leg. She became completely desperate and started crying. "No, no, no, no..." She started repeating and with the hand she still had, she started removing the dressing from her arm. "Nicole, don't remove the dressing!" Vincent approached and tried to stop her, but she pushed him away, she didn't even have strength.

As he spoke, he glanced at Kiran's cast. At first, the latter only had a wound on his back, but everything changed when he fell into the sea and spent more than an hour in it. Not only did his wound worsen, but his blood seemed to have also attracted an unknown predator from the depths of the sea, which almost bit his arm into halves. By the time the rescuers pulled Kiran up, his arm was in a gruesome state of mutilation. The jagged, snapped half of his bone was exposed for all to see. His arm wasn't the only issue here; even his leg got bitten as well.

She won't do more than this. She pulled out my hand separately, “You don't need these fingers anyway.” She dragged the fruit knife from the table. “Mother, what are you doing?” I screamed. “No…no..….don't do this.” “Aurora, Orla lost a leg, so you have to lose your right fingers. It's a fair game.” She said with a sweet smile. I pulled out from the maid's grip, and covered myself. I was crying helplessly, my eyes watering and my nose running. “No..no..madam Fiona...please..don't do this. It wasn't my fault. I had no idea she would lose her leg.” I said, in a low tone. My hands together pleading.

"I won't let Henry get away with this either. Lucas has been planning ways to buy out his company. I'll get revenge on your behalf, Summer. I won't let them have it easy!" "Stop beating yourself up about this. Have you forgotten that I'm left-handed? Fortunately, it's my right arm that's gone. I'm still capable enough to navigate myself in my daily life." "Then why won't you get out of bed?" "The hospital has too many kids. I don't want to scare them." Whitney cried even harder when she heard Summer's reply. "I'm so sorry, Summer. I wish I were the one who lost my arm! I will never forgive myself for this!"