Arianna's Accident: Chapter 1 by malonmellow, literature
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Arianna's Accident: Chapter 1
When Arianna awoke, her mind shrouded in a haze of confusion. The world around her seemed distant and muffled, like she was floating in a void. She tried to make sense of her surroundings, but she could only see a starch-white ceiling above her. When she tried to turn her head to see what was around her, nothing happened. In fact, she couldn't even feel her body. She gasped, panicked, except- She didn't. Her lungs didn't respond to the inhale she tried to take. Instead, they filled, and emptied, the rhythm calm, and all without her needing to breathe. That's when she noticed the odd, uncomfortable sensation of something in her mouth. It was smooth and plastic, and coated in saliva. It was thick enough that it propped her mouth open, her lips unable to close around it, and now that she was conscious of its presence, she began to try to breathe against it, unable to passively allow it to breathe for her. She began to choke. "Arianna! Arianna, can you hear me? Just relax." She did
You know foot ball is a dangerous game. Those helmets can't protect us. We still get injured and we still break or necks or limbs, he still come home with cuts and bruises crying that our head hurts. But you won't have to worry about me doing that any more mom. I broke my neck playing this Devils game that my father loved so much. Now I'm sitting at home strapped in a big bulky wheelchair, ventilator dependent, brain damaged and paralyzed. A C2 complete.
Now wait let me take you back to before all of this happened.
It was a nice summer day, my friends and I were heading to the park to play some football now of course we didn't have helmets
Arianna's Accident: Chapter 4 by malonmellow, literature
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Arianna's Accident: Chapter 4
Today Arianna was going to practice swallowing. She was currently unable to, due to an injury that had severed her spine and left her as a C1 complete quadriplegic, unable to move, feel, or breathe on her own. She was also unable to eat on her own, because she was struggling with swallowing, so she had a G-tube that provided her nutrition. However, he doctors believed that she would be able to relearn how to swallow using the little function she had left. Her nurse, Carrie, sat her up in her hospital bed. Her torso moved up all at once, straight like a rod because of the hard braces she war to keep her spine stable. Carrie placed plenty of pillows behind her to support her and keep her propped up. She lacked the ability to stay upright on her own, even with the braces. Since she couldn't balance, she would have toppled over without the supports. Arianna felt like a wooden doll, being manipulated by Carrie and unable to move for herself. However, she was happy to be learning how to
Michael and Kelly
When Michael was six, he noticed something different about his next door neighbors. They were an elderly couple who were always nice to him, and even gave him candy or a soda on occasion. One day when he looked out the window he saw men building a wooden ramp up to the porch of the house. Michael found this strange. As soon as they were finished, the couple's car pulled up, and the woman got out. She then went around to the trunk of the car, opened it, and then pulled out and unfolded a wheelchair. Michael was curious. The passenger side door was opened and the man was helped into the wheelchair. Then the woman pushed the m
Doctor's Orders-Boudicca ch1 by oracle-babs, literature
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Doctor's Orders-Boudicca ch1
Boudicca Prologue Jo relaxed into the reclined leather armchair, revelling in the comfort and wondered just what she had let herself into. Her boss had persuaded her to come and speak to the shrink before deciding to go ahead with the risky undercover op. Now she was here, feet up and enjoying a few stress free minutes until the doc arrived, she didn’t think it was such a bad idea after all…. Two days earlier… “Mason, I need you in my office please.” The young undercover detective stood and stretched her long legs after sitting for a while at the computer. She had plenty of follow-up paperwork after her recent work in the drugs squad had led to a bust. Unlike many of her fellow detectives, she looked after her health religiously and when she wasn’t working, she worked out like a demon. She was a gym rat and after years of martial arts which served her well getting into the force from college, she had also started boxing training recently. Revelling in the familiar burn from her
Morgana bathed me and changed my clothes. I chose black dress pants, a white linen blouse, black pumps and a brown fur coat, then she transferred me to the chair, and had already put the shell on me, then fixed my hair and put on perfume. She rarely wore makeup, she wasn't in the habit. "I look beautiful," I smiled as the robotic voice spoke for me. After it was ready, I maneuvered the chair into the garage and we headed to the restaurant. Arriving there, we opted for an Italian food place, accessible for wheelchair users and entering, everyone looked at me, a beautiful, blonde, quadriplegic woman, I stopped the chair at the entrance, "we have a reservation", Morgana gave our names and they took us at our table. I positioned the chair in the table space, Morgana held the menu in front of me so I could choose, I opted for a lasagna bolognese, as soon as the waiter arrived, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, and said with the voice of the machine , "you can come in front of me,
The Ideal Bride - Extras - Part 1 by bakchodemail, literature
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The Ideal Bride - Extras - Part 1
(Both on bed, about to sleep) - 'Hey Aizen, what does a leg feel like?' - "Okay, that was out of nowhere, huh" - 'Well, I have always wondered what it actually feels like to have a leg. An actual one, you know, not just a bunch of bones attached to one's abdomen.' - "That's one way to put it." - 'So?' - "Well... It's difficult to describe in words. Imagine a second pair of arms coming out of your butt, with longer palms and shorter fingers." - 'I....see? Honestly, I can't picture it. Why would humans need a second pair of arms?' - "To uh, you know, walk." - 'Oh, (chuckles), yeah that. (laughs softly)' - "(laughs)" - 'But snakes don't have legs either. They live just fine.' - "Yeah, by crawling. Same as you." - 'Shut up (laughs)' - "Wait, I have an idea. Let's play a game." - 'What game?' - "Give me your leg." - '(picks up left leg, hands it over)' - "(grabs the leg) Ok now you grab my left leg. Great. Now press my leg with your finger wherever I press my finger on your leg. I'll
Hello people! My old profile was disabled, I created this one and will post the stories again. . . . . My name is Judith, I'm 18 years old and I'm an aspiring quadriplegic. I live in Berlin and since very young I liked to watch and watch videos of people with disabilities. I always imagined what it would be like to drive a sip n puff wheelchair. I would like to be a quadriplegic with a C3 level injury, being able to breathe alone and move only the head or below the shoulders. I live with my parents, they never suspected my aspiration. When I go to sleep, I pretend I can't move, I leave my body limp, limp, unable to move anything below the neck, pretending that I'm a high-level quadriplegic, the feeling is indescribable, I wanted to try this life for a few days. When I was 16, I was walking around the mall with my best friend, Flaviky, she is the only one who knows my secret, and I saw a man, looking 46 years old, he was sitting in a big, bulky wheelchair, with arms, with headrest
I could care for you. Like, really and truly care for you. You might think that the operations of the small army of nurses and PCAs who are with you 24/7 constitute Care. I appreciate their work; it is good and necessary. But it is not Care. Care is an art. There's a craft to it. The changing of catheters, range of motion exercises and administration of drugs aren't keeping you alive. They're keeping you Not-dead. Not-dead is good, don't get me wrong. But there is more to living than the flow of food, blood, and waste. Of course, I would keep you not-dead. I like to think I would do better than the majority of loved ones who get roped into these sorts of situations. It wouldn't be a walk in the park. It'd be a lot to deal with, even coming as prepared as I am. All the diapers, health complications, and strangers handling your body. It's not glamorous. But I'd like to be there for everything. Good and bad. And yeah, there's a lot of bad. The lack of spontaneity, pressure sores, medical
My name is Melissa, I am a suitor. He liked to pretend disabilities of various types, physical ones were the ones he liked the most: paraplegia, amputations, quadriplegia. I lived alone, at my grandmother's house, she died when I was 21, I was raised by her, my parents died when I was a child. I inherited everything from my family, my grandmother's house, my parents' assets. We were not rich, but we were in good shape and, with my work, I was able to maintain a good condition. I worked in graphic design, was a freelancer and offered my services over the internet, I never had contact with my clients, only by phone, so I spent most of my time at home, pretending to be disabled almost every day. I'm small, about 5.5 ', I was thin, I had long blond hair, green eyes, medium breasts. I had several devices: an electric chair controlled by spin n puff and also with chin control, a manual wheelchair, bandages, crutches. My favorite disability was quadruple amputation along with quadriplegia, I
Paralyzed Love: Chapter One by Xx-ImNotFine-xX, literature
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Paralyzed Love: Chapter One
I wasn't able to sleep the rest of the night, how could I? Travis didn't mind. He held me close to him, he promised not to sleep unless I slept but, I told him he could sleep he needed it. He works random shifts at the hospital and barely gets any sleep.
At the hospital, thats how I met Travis, he was my nurse. He was sweet and kind, making sure I was constantly comfortable. Even with the passing of my childhood crush it was hard not to fall for the blue eyed nurse, sweet as can be. It was really hard, I tried but I couldn't and I felt so bad, like I was cheating on Jackson.
A groan coming from Travis shakes me from my thoughts. I push my u
Criminal Minds - The Caregiver by Paracathy, literature
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Criminal Minds - The Caregiver
Criminal Minds - The Caregiver By Paracathy This is a work of fan fiction based on characters and scenarios from the television program ‘Criminal Minds’. There is no intention of copyright infringement. The characters Aaron Hotchner, JJ, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, and Penelope Garcia are all owned by the ‘Criminal Minds’ series owners, all other characters and this setting are of my own creation. This story is both my first attempt (OK, first ‘good’ attempt) at writing a fan-fiction, as well as a much-requested follow-up to my ‘Roommates’ series, and should be fine to be read for anyone who read only the ‘Amanda’ chapters of 'Roommates' as well as people who read both the ‘Amanda’ and ‘Julie’ chapters, and I suspect the story may read a little different for each. I hope it works well both as a fan fiction for a fabulous show, and as a continuation of the story of Amanda and Julie… JJ entered Aaron Hotchner’s office, followed by a lean man wearing a dark gray suit. He had a
Wheelchaired Lover From Liverpool by SteveH51, literature
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Wheelchaired Lover From Liverpool
I arrived at Watford Junction for the Liverpool train with 15 minutes to spare. I settled down to wait. The electronic arrivals screen was saying that it was expected on time. I was looking up the track for no particular reason, when a female voice on the other side of me said "'scuse me, could you do me a favour?". There beside me was a very pretty, slim young woman, probably in her late 20s, with shoulder-length, wavy red hair, pale skin, and masses of freckles, wearing a sleeveless, knee-length red summer dress, and a yellow silk scarf loosely tied round her neck, the ends lying across her breasts. My love of girls with red hair and freckles is only just this side of pervy, and if they're also pretty, slim and athletic, my joy is complete. This young woman ticked nearly all those boxes, but not, sadly, the "athletic" one: she was sitting in a powered wheelchair, with her hands on her lap, her head against a shaped headrest. "I know it's a cheek ... to ask, but could you ... adjust
To say the first six months of my marriage were far from what I imagined would be an egregious understatement. The wedding was perfect. I walked down the aisle, stood face-to-face with the man who would in just moments become my husband. We said our vows, were declared man and wife, and then he lifted me in his arms and carried me down the aisle. I didn't know then that it would be the last time he carried me in his arms as a purely romantic gesture and not out of practical necessity. I also didn't know that when I changed out of my wedding dress into the evening gown I had picked out for the reception that it would be the last time I would lift my arms over my head and use my fingers to pull a dress down over my own body, the last time I would bend down and use my hands to slide shoes on my feet planted firmly on the ground. I didn't know that our first dance as a married couple would be our last. The wedding day was perfect, but the date will always be marred. Our wedding