Handkerchief In Head Novels & Stories

The wound looked too deep and extremely painful. Flora looked at that man whose head was hung low but she could clearly see the slight amount of tears oozing in the corner of his eyes and it hurt really badly. She immediately took out the handkerchief which she had put in her skirt’s pocket this morning as she always preferred to carry handkerchiefs for urgent situations. Flora carefully wrapped that man's palm in her handkerchief. “Go and treat it as soon as possible before it turns more bad,” she said to that man but noticed he didn't even try to move from his place and instead, lifted his other palm in his direction.

I struggled but it was with I held my breath till I died, or I inhaled whatever had been sprayed into that handkerchief. I couldn't do it anymore, I let go of my breath. I tried to breathe again, but I just ended up inhaling a thick substance from the handkerchief. I instantly became dizzy. "Mm-hmm." I muffled in the handkerchief, struggling for freedom. " Sssh! Don't fight it baby. Absolutely no one will come to your rescue." The big man whispered into my ears. My head became heavy and my eyes threatened to shut down. I became numb and slowly, everything around me began to disappear until there was only darkness.

He used a pair of tweezers to carefully lift the handkerchief on Willow's neck. Because it had been pressed to the wound earlier, it clung to the wound as the blood had dried on it. And so, when Terence lifted the handkerchief, it unavoidably tugged at the wound a little, as would a gauze stuck to a wound. Willow hissed in pain. As soon as the handkerchief was removed, Terence flung the tweezers onto a metal dish. He frowned and said, "Do you think I have a lot of free time on my hands, Theodore?

before he could finish a horrible pain came to his head "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" than silence...she took her hands off his head and his head lost balance and fell "I see.. so that's your plan huh? than took the hand sanitiser she had in her pocket and disinfected her hands with no expression on her face "I'll have to join the war after all it seems

“Boss, I can perceive something strange coming in our direction. It's very...strange, must be very powerful—AH!” Inside the humvee, a young man with a handkerchief tied on his forehead screamed in pain. He gripped his head, enduring the stabbing sensation inside his brain. The woman beside her saw his situation and panicked. “Gio! Gio! What's happening to you!”

They'd been found! She began to squirm again, and make more noise. Cursing some more, Adrian fished in his pocket for something. Ria saw him pull a white handkerchief from his pocket, then he set her down. She didn't need to order her feet to move before she began running. Or tried to. Adrian yanked her back easily, and before she knew it, the handkerchief was over her nose, and she'd inhaled a good whiff of whatever pungent stuff Adrian had laced the cloth with.

He was drowning in his own thoughts that he became oblivious to the person who entered the elevator. “Stupid. You're so stupid, Hendrix!” he chanted in a hushed voice. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of him and was offering him a handkerchief. “Here. It's too weird seeing a man cry..” Hendrix stiffened. His eyes were fixated at the pink handkerchief in front of it as if it was something forbidden. He did not move at all and just stared at it. “Take it. It's clean, I haven't used it,” a voice of a woman spoke.

I handed it to him and he had the same bewildered face Fred had gave me when I showed him the proof. "A handkerchief?" "Not just a handkerchief." "Oooh, let me guess; it's magical." He said sarcastically. "This is nota joke kid." "Oh for the love of Pete, would you please just smell it!" I said irritably throwing my hands in the air in frustration. He looked at me weirdly but smelled the handkerchief anyway. The moment the aroma reached his nose, he quickly pulled it back and stared at it disgustingly. "Chemicals!" He said as we all nodded.

"What about the head injury?" "Well, I've already cleaned the wound and it's a very light thing. She'll only have to clean the wound twice a day. Preferably when she wakes up and goes to bed. And if she wants, for aesthetic reasons, she can put a headscarf on her head. She may also feel some headache, so I recommend boiling rose petals and keeping the water, if she has a headache, give her a glass." "It's okay. Lizha! You heard, didn't you?" Archie asked, looking at Lizha.

I began to wipe away the blood from his hands, my touch as delicate as I could manage. "I've got you, Eric," I reassured him softly, my fingers working to clean the wounds. His silence hung heavy in the room but I knew pushing him to talk might not be the right move just yet. Instead, I reached for a scarf that held my curly hair up, the vibrant fabric a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of the room. I took it off, letting my hair fall down my shoulders. I wrapped the scarf around his injured hand and noticed the tension in his shoulders starting to ease slightly.