Sudden Dent In Forehead Novels & Stories

His hair is a mess, and his shirt is wrinkled, like he hasn't moved from this room in hours. "I'm fine," I whisper, my voice sounding scratchy and weak. "Just... everything hurts. My head is splitting." "That’s the concussion," he says, his hand hovering near my forehead but not touching, as if he’s afraid he’ll break me. "You took a hell of a hit. But the scans came back clear. No broken bones, no internal bleeding. You’ve just got a nasty split in your hairline that needed stitches. You're lucky, Sienna. You're so damn lucky."

Then, suddenly, his expression darkened. He scowled and stepped closer. Without warning, he lifted his hand toward my forehead. I instinctively flinched back, retreating just enough that his fingertips brushed the air instead of my skin. The movement seemed to affect him. I saw it in the way his jaw tightened, in the flicker of pain in his eyes, but he quickly masked it, pretending nothing happened. “What happened here?” he asked, his voice low, almost too low. “Your forehead. How did you get that injury?”

The doctor swallowed, then fixed the rims of his glasses on the bridge of his nose before looking at the of in his hands. “She has a subdural hematoma. It is a type of brain bleeding that occurs between the dura mater and the brain itself. She seems to have hit her head hard, twice, which worsened the state of the blood clot in the brain. We will need to have her under our watch. If the clot doesn’t go down on its own in the next 72 hours, she’ll need an open skull surgery.” He paused, and I was fucking thankful because every word he said felt like a rusted spear was piercing right through my heart over and fucking over again.

SADIE. Death is not feared until it is too close and one realizes death is indeed one to be feared. My life flashed before my eyes, while I was in a coma and the fact that my swollen face disappeared so fast remains a mystery to me. The only evidence I have to show for the hit is the slight bruise on my cheekbone. The bruise is also healing too fast. Normally, I sustained such bruise for about two weeks before it begins to fade off in the third week.

The gash on his forehead has closed to a pink seam and the swelling around his eye is going down, but he hasn't opened his eyes, and his chest keeps catching mid-breath in a way that stops mine every single time. I should have screamed when the car hit. When the metal crumpled and the glass broke and his head snapped forward into the steering wheel, some sound should have come out of me, but Derek's hand was over my mouth before it could, and now the scream lives behind my ribs, building pressure with nowhere to go.

I had walked straight into his shoulder blade like a distracted child. The impact rattled my jaw and sent a sharp ache radiating across my brow. I stumbled a step backward, my balance faltering on the thick carpet. My boots caught on each other, and for a second, I thought I was going to hit the floor again. I managed to plant my heels and stay upright, my heart jumping into my throat from the sudden jolt. I rubbed my forehead, my face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and sudden panic. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking, I—"

Everyone listened attentively. "I want you to avoid unnecessary stress. No late nights. No overworking." He paused before adding, "And most importantly..." "If you experience severe headaches, dizziness, or sudden flashes of memory, contact me immediately." Elena frowned slightly. "Flashes of memory?" Jacob nodded. "They're common after head trauma. Sometimes memories don't return all at once." He glanced at Richard before continuing. "They come back gradually... often when you least expect them." A brief silence settled over the room.

Brent introduced himself as her guardian and asked the doctor how she was doing? Doctor told him the whole situation and said that Miss Sandy is still in the danger zone as she had received an injury to the side of her head and had a fracture of her skull. She was having an epidural hematoma due to the rupture of the middle meningeal artery and hematoma was expanding more and more. One more problem was that the senior neurosurgeon was on vacation and no neurosurgeon was available at that time. Her brain was starting to swell and Immediate operation was needed.

Falling down the grass as my head felt like cracking. On the top right of my forehead started to swell. Fresh blood came out from it. Closing my eyes as it made me dizzy and want to vomit. Crinkling my nose to check if it was still there and not broken as the force and speed I applied mah cause severe damages as I hit on the tree.

When she saw Grace, her brows quickly furrowed, "What's wrong with your forehead? Why is it red and swollen?" Only after Summer reminded her, Grace felt a sharp pain in her forehead. She gently touched her forehead with her hand, and immediately, she couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, "I had a car accident. I hit my head on the steering wheel." Grace said it nonchalantly, but Summer's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She asked, "Are you all right?" "I'm fine. See? I'm standing safe and sound right in front of you, aren't I?"