Forced Headshave Novels & Stories

Soon, the block cleared, and I took Hana to the hospital. HANA I heard an unfamiliar voice from a distance. "It's not severe," The guy said. "Minor head injuries, like cuts or bumps, can cause heavy bleeding because the scalp and face have many blood vessels close to the skin. The bleeding seemed more serious than it was. She is fine."

And then he had driven like a madman, the more so when he had seen her fear, and the car had seemed to fly down the narrow, high-bordered lanes with their tight curves and bends, its expensive tires screaming and the world outside a green blur. He had been laughing when the car turned the corner and hit a farm tractor. It had been the first thing she remembered when she had finally come out of the coma… That spiteful, wicked laughter ringing in her ears and the crash of grinding metal against metal. The young eighteen-year-old farm boy had been killed instantly, while John had walked away from the crash with nothing more than cuts and bruises. As for her… Alanis had had a fractured skull, tw

“I’m Dr. Caliendo. I’m the neurologist who has been treating you.” “I don’t understand what is going on with me.” “I realize this can be very disorienting. I’m sure they told you that you were in an accident.” “You were hit by a car and the impact drove you into a solid object, head first. You fractured your skull in several places, causing bleeding in your brain. That caused pressure that we needed to reduce as quickly as possible. To do that, we placed you in a medically induced coma. Do you understand?” “Yes.” I reached up with my left hand to touch the bandages on my head. “You cut my hair.”

She hit her head hard on the wooden frame, splitting splinters from the door frame. The mammoth had picked up the table with one hand and thrust it towards them. Fear was creeping in and Jrue was re-evaluating his options. It took him a while to realize what was going on. Needle-like pain reverberated across her skull. She lost her orientation, the world began spinning. As she tried to straighten to her feet another powerful blow landed across her frame, knocking the air out of her lungs, sending her spinning and spiraling across the floor. She collided with the wall, breaking her momentum.

Hestia and I just finished eating our lunch together, and I'm here putting the dishes away, I was about to put the pans and pots and I didn't notice that the overhead cupboard door was just right on top of my head. I look up and my forehead immediately hit the edge of the cupboard door, making me drop the pots and pans on the floor. "Fuck!!" I hissed as I felt the pain lashing through my forehead. Because of the pain, I didn't even notice that Hestia walked toward me. "What happened Hecate???" Hestia asked. "Nothing I just hit my head in the cupboard." I said as I clenched my forehead. Hestia gently pulled my hand away from my forehead so she can examine my forehead. Her eyes immediately wen

"Is there... any influence from the past incident?" A small hesitation appears on Fathia's lips, clear surprise in her eyes. Quickly, she averts her gaze from Jess. She doesn't want Jess to pick up on the effects from her past experiences. Indeed, the doctor once warned her that the blow to Fathia's head was quite strong. Although it didn't cause bleeding or major injuries, after she regained consciousness, she often experienced recurring headaches. Back then, the doctor's warning was merely a casual reminder to Fathia. She didn't anticipate experiencing it again lately.

Zane A headache that felt a hell of a lot like someone had run me over with a semi-truck set up camp near my temple just above my ear. The pounding was so intense I wanted to take a hammer to my head just so it would end. "Hey there, sleepy head!" The woman hovering above me winked as my blurry vision focused in on her. "The surgery went fantastic, no hiccups, though we aren't sure of any side effects until we keep you for the next week, alright?"

She just lays on the bed, ghastly pale. She lies comatose on the bed, due to blunt force trauma to the head and excessive blood loss. The bastard had cracked her head open in three places. They had to shave her head off for the stitches. If she had been conscious, I know she would have never allowed the doctors to do anything to her hair, she loves it too much to just shave it off. I'm pretty sure she is going to have a complete meltdown when she wakes up... If she wakes up. But her hair had grown back, they weren't too long—but the short hair looked incredibly cute on her. I wish I could tell her that.

KEENA "We are going to have to shave part of your head to put in the stitches," the doctor tells me. Hopping out of my hospital bed, I back myself up against the wall and shake my head angrily. "You are not shaving my head. There has to be another way." "I am sorry, Princess," the doctor inches toward me with a pair of clippers. "Take another step and I will scream," I warn him, and the doctor takes several steps back. "There has to be another way," I groan as the headache intensifies.

(head) then followed by the pop sound. Her speed was fast compared to him, that he can’t actually block it, and even with the head protector the impact is still painful. His brows furrowed, he felt like his skull will split open. He shakes his head, to regain his consciousness. The referees then raised a red flag, Zitrey gain a point.