Forced Headshave Novels & Stories

“How long was I out for?” “Two weeks like I said it was touching and go we had to monitor you after the surgery to make sure there were no complications that may occur after major surgery. I nodded. “Why am I having a headache?” “When you were shot you lost consciousness and fell to the ground hitting your head we stayed your brain and eventing is perfect Mr. Green, the trauma of you falling and hitting your head on a hard surface can cause headaches or migraines. If they get worse, we’ll give you a higher dose of your painkillers and take another look.”

’ She turned to the hovering nurse and instructed, ‘Get me some gloves, goggles and a couple of razors to shave the scalp. Quickly Georgie turned the woman’s head to the right a little and shaved the left scalp. While nursing staff opened up the emergency neuro tray, she quickly gowned and gloved and injected 1 percent Xylocaine with adrenaline into the scalp over the left parietal region. She then prepped the scalp with Betadine and used a section drape to isolate the area. She made a 5 cm incision over the scalp down to the periosteum and inserted a self-retaining retractor. She then took the hand-brace with attached skull bit and started drilling into bone at the site of the now visible s

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

he said and rushed towards her, but Richard met him midway, holding him down and using the opportunity to open the hood on its head. "Gods," even Richard exclaimed. The vampire's face had visible veins running across it and it felt as if they were wriggling like worms under his skin. On his forehead was a hole drilled into his skull. Melissa had heard of such a medical term before, they called it trepanation but Melissa didn't think the hole in his head was for medical purposes. He broke Richard's hand and the demon wolf let out a grunt and he slapped him into the side of the building. The force of the blow audibly cracking Richard's ribs.

ROXETTE The hospital discharge process felt like it took forever, even though the doctor had assured us multiple times that I was going to be okay. The head injury was nothing more than a superficial cut that had been cleaned and stitched. No concussion. No brain damage. Just a mild headache and some bruising that would heal in time.

Steve's tone was fierce, almost murderous. Knowing Steve's status, the physician didn't dare to retaliate and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Wanger, the patient inside suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, it's..." Slap! Slap! Steve raised his hand again, delivering two more slaps, "When my brother-in-law had a headache from a brain issue, did you f*ckers cure it?" "I..." The lead physician was at a loss for words. They had been trusted and paid handsomely, but not only did they fail to cure him, they made it worse.

Guilty flooded me when I saw sweat beads on their foreheads, and their necks bared as the crushing weight of my aura pressed down against them. I sighed as I pulled my aura in. Almost instantly, all five of my men sighed in relief. When the door opened, my men were on their feet and standing behind me, eagerly waiting to hear what the doctor had to say. “He’s going to be okay. He had a pretty good-sized gash on his head. It was about four inches long. I closed the wound up with 14 staples. He has a hairline fracture and a minor concussion. He will have a headache and may experience mild dizziness at times, but there shouldn't be any lasting side effects.

Other floaters were boarding! Keeping his head low and his elbows close together, he dove inside his opponent’s guard, shoved both hands up and out to drive the creature’s arms wide and delivered a head-butt that was rewarded with a satisfying crack as his hairline rammed under the thing’s chin, snapping its head back and toppling it.

I said with a much lackluster in me that I redefined the meaning of sarcasm. Suddenly and totally unexpected on my part she hit the brakes. If not for my body being secured by the seat belt, I would have been thrown forward, head slam into the dashboard, cracked skull, cut on my forehead, blood dripping down to my nose, dizziness and I'm petty sure I would have had a concussion as well by now.

He just hated that vulnerability he was being pushed into by his wretched condition. It all started one fateful night, 17 years ago. He was 17 at the time, and Mason remembered it like it had been engraved to the back of his eyelids with a hot knife. He was hit in the head from behind with something heavy enough to break his skull, by someone, who up till today, he had no idea of.