“ The problem was, picking himself up involved putting on his new prosthetic leg. Then hobbling about using crutches. He knew he looked pathetic hobbling around. He didn’t want, nor did he need, anyone’s pity. His doctor kept telling him that despite the infection, he was lucky. He could have died. Lost his life. But they’d saved him by amputating his leg below the knee. That was lucky, too, because below the knee was easier to adapt to. ... Lucky? Easier? Justin snorted. Easier for who? He looked at the prosthetic leg, leaned against the couch’s end table.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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