His wounded leg ached, but not too much to walk on.
His wounded leg gave under him and he sat down abruptly.
She could put no weight at all on her wounded leg.
His wounded leg had unhappy things to say about that.
I made no remark however, but sat nursing my wounded leg.
He struggled to rise but the wounded leg went out from under him.
The thought made him move more quickly, ignoring the pain from his wounded leg.
We were on the road several days, during which time walking was agony to my wounded leg.
My wounded leg gave way, and I came down heavily beside her.
His wounded leg didn't touch the ground, and wouldn't for a long time yet.
