Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

A gloss and a sunscreen will do. My face got a little bit messy because of my tears. Some eyelash is detached from their origin and is plastered around my cheeks. My face turned pale red and sticky as well due to my tears. Exactly when the door spoke that I have arrived at my destination, a gray handkerchief was already facing me. When I looked up to check what was happening, I saw a very tall man, standing next to me with earbuds attached to his ears. He isn't directly looking at me but he is clearly offering his handkerchief to me.

Let’s get a read on the situation first. What if you get hurt? I kick and struggle as best as I can, but this guy is made of metal or something. He doesn’t even budge when I kick back and connect with his knee. I won’t. I’ll be fine. Trust me. A handkerchief is pressed against my face, blocking my nose and mouth. A sweet and minty smell fills my nose, and I immediately recognize it. Chloroform? In this day and age, really? Such amateurs.

He asked, and I nodded my head. "Of course, I can," I replied firmly and sniffed. "You asked for it then," he brought out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and before I could notice his evil intention, he pressed the handkerchief on my face and I coughed until my vision became blurry and everything finally turned dark. I blacked out. By the time I woke up, my head was throbbing with excruciating and unbearable pain. I whined and clutched my head which was aching in pain. I coughed and sniffed as a stinky smell hit my nose.

My head hurts like it just got run over by a car. Sparrow shuffles impatiently on his feet because of my sudden pause. I stroke the side of his neck, murmuring an apology. Time to go. … Around 10, I’m near the gates, fully armed. I left a detailed note for Mr. Rudolf, since I did take a heavier cloak from the guest room he’d given he yesterday, and managed to pack as much of travel friendly food as I could from the maze of his kitchen. Most importantly, I wrapped my head tightly with a long scarf , its wraps falling over my shoulders. The last thing I need is people chasing me down for alleged prostitution.

"You're human." I press my lips together awkwardly and bob my head, "Yes I am." He gives me a pitiful look and his hand dips into his pocket and pull a white handkerchief out from it and hands it to me. I gingerly collect it and press it against my temple, wincing a little at the pain of it. "Since you're not healing, it's best to have it looked at by a doctor. Don't go to sleep with it." A dry smile bridges my face, knowing that is exactly what I will do as soon as I get home.

I frowned and again looked at him for some clarification to which he shrugged. “You want to cover your head so I thought at least to make you do it with some good ones and not by cheap ones you are using.” He said and walked towards the washroom. I scowled at his back before removing the cloth from my head and threw the bag of scarfs to the side. If he thinks he will get humiliated by cheap scarfs, then let him get to me not using them at all. My wound got healed properly and even the hair is growing so I have no problem with going like this, but I just got used to doing it every day.

Gun Sweat is continuously flowing down to my face, as I arrived at the hospital I immediately went to the emergency room " aunt, what happened?" I asked Off's mom when I saw her sitting outside " he.. tried killing himself by slashing (an: I'm sorry, not sure about the words to use for this, I hope you understand) his wrist," she said and bowed down " I'm sorry I called you.. I know you are having problems right now, but you are the only person that I know, that cares the most to my son" she added

He smiled warmly. However, Kyley instantly raised her hands and snatched the handkerchief from his hands, her hands brushing against his. Although, her hands hurt really badly after that, she decided to bare with the pain than suffer so much embarrassment. If Kyley could look in a mirror, she would certainly mistake her head for an apple, how red it was.

I immediately reached over the center console and pressed the Handkerchief to her nose and her eyes widened when she realised what I was doing. She tried to fight it off but guess who goes to gym more, me!. I pressed down on her nose more careful not to injure her and watched as her body slumped down. A smirk made it way to my lips as I retracted my handkerchief. Alek one : Johnson zero. I straightened the hairs blocking her nose shoving it backwards so she could breath properly. “Hold on Angel, it's just for a while.”

"You're looking for this, right?" He handed the plain gray handkerchief to Aslan. Upon seeing the handkerchief, Aslan immediately snatched it. The handkerchief looked somewhat dirty, with several bloodstains beginning to dry. However, Aslan clutched the handkerchief as if it were priceless. He pressed it against his cheek and sniffed it repeatedly. “Is that Aslan’s handkerchief? It's dirty and looks disgusting.” Dr. Mikami shrugged. "I don't know. The handkerchief was around Aslan’s neck when he arrived at the hospital. It looks like it was used to wipe blood from wounds on his body. But I don’t know if it’s his or someone else’s.”