Kepala Sakit Saat Menunduk Novels & Stories

Including me. The doctor came in and examined me. "how are you feeling?" He asked. "A little groggy, and I have a horrible headache." I replied. " That would be from your grade 3 concussion." He stated, matter of factly. "What?" I said, trying to understand what the hell happened. " When you slipped and fell the other night, you fell and hit your head. It caused your brain to shake and hit the side wall of your skull. Damaging your brain."

While holding my face. I watch the clock, and it's already nine. I was about to stand when I felt a little bit dizzy, and all of my body was aching like I'd been running a marathon the whole day. My head also feels a little bit achy. And my ass felt really pain. "Is it what they call hanging over? [Hello, Sir, Jonathan, can I make up my absence today? ]I said. [Why? Is there something wrong with you?]he said while his voice is so concern.

I wondered aloud as I stared at his window. I tried to rise from the bed, only to fall back. My entire body hurts, and it felt as if I was hit with a metal. The headache was more than I can explain. I tried to sit up once more, but a searing pain from my lower body, caused me to groan. “God,” I fell back on the bed. There was a pain in my lower back. It seemed like I had a boxing match with one of those muscled men in movies. Turning my head seemed like a hassle on its own.

Sarah asked her as she checked her vitals. "I feel… I don't… feel… too… good… not good… in any… way, like I am… slipping… away. My head… hurts badly, it feels… like there is… a pounding session… going on in… my head," she explained. "The back… of my head hurts… badly and when… I tried to… turn my head… the other time, I felt a very… sharp pain… going through my head. I'm in pain," she added, super slowly.

Georgory’s POV Georgory woke up with a start, his head pounding with a relentless ache. He groaned, squinting in the darkness. The pain in his head was unbearable, every beat feeling like a hammer against his skull. He lay still, eyes wide open, but the guilt and regret from earlier still haunted him, gnawing at his thoughts. Another sharp pain shot through his head, making him wince. Just as the pain subsided in his skull, a different ache hit him below. His body reacted violently—his dick painfully hard, straining, throbbing with a pressure he couldn’t control.

As I watch them, I feel a little sting in my chest. Everyone is laughing and chatting as we all eat and catch up on old times. My eyes lands on Sasha who hasn't touched her food, her head bowed low. I noticed her hands are not on the table either. I shift the chair back lightly and look down at her and notice she is digging her nails into her laps. "Are you okay?", she shake her head, her head still bowed low. "Do -" "My head- migraine. Can you please relay my apologies? I can't stay any longer", she stands up and stagger hitting the table, earning the stare of everyone in the dinning room.

“I hit my head.” Kael goes to reach for me, but I shy away. If he is going to help me, then I don’t want it. Not when my dignity is already slashed to pieces by my own stupidity. I just want to crawl back and never have to look at him in the eye again. Even if he does look nothing but concerned for what has happened. “We need to get you back,” he says sternly. “At least sit down for a moment, catch your breath.” To that, I listen. Sinking down to my haunches, I sit, cradling my head. The blood seems to be diminishing with time. It must only be a scratch, with a headache to follow from the initial impact.

For a minute or more, I lay motionless with my cheek to the ground, moving my jaw to be sure it still belonged to me, because I couldn't feel my lower jaw anymore. I shook my head to clear my blurred vision, but realized too late that it was a bad idea. Sharp excruciating jolts of pain shot through my skull, causing me to wince in pain. I held my head with one hand, and gathered myself to stand with the other against the floor. "Who's the keeper?"

SOFIA I have been stuck since I woke up. My head and neck seemed to have disagreed on something and decided to turn their backs on eachother. I was scared to move, as doing so could break any of my precious bones. I didn't come to New York to kill myself, and I wasn't going to let myself die of a broken neck. My hair was scattered all over and my bangs were almost in my eye. This was a fatal position. I was a bit twisted and the amount of pain I was in made me feel like I had dislocated my neck while sleeping. As I tried to endure the position, it felt like my headache was getting worse. It'd been ten minutes and there was still no improvement. Just intense pain, constant blinking to avoid m

I am forced to stagger over towards my seat and sit down, gripping tightly against my head and groaning with extreme pain. "What the hell is going on?" I wonder to myself, biting down hard against my bottom lip and shaking my head furiously with a lot of thoughts going on in my mind. I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, trying to relax and allow everything to sink down and probably reduce, but it is not getting better anytime soon. It feels as if a powerful supernatural invisible force had struck me hard against my head, making me bite down against my bottom lip and clench my fists tight with extreme rage.