Sudden Dent In Forehead Novels & Stories

I said, and with that I rushed towards the man, grabbing his shirt and spitting on him. In two seconds, I felt a heavy punch on my forehead, followed by my eyes and then my ears. My knees throbbed and I landed on the floor with a thud. My blurry vision began to increase, I felt a searing pain in my head and my eyes kept diminishing until it shut completely before everywhere blacked out.

I can also feel the dizziness but I shook my head whenever my sight doubles. I don’t know how did the others come. When I saw Lunar, I asked him to drive Doodle to the hospital. I sat to look at my wound on my side, I wince when I saw that it was a bit deep, it was located between my side and V-line, one long horizontal line which I think four inches long. I was able to do the first aid but still I feel the dizziness and I don’t know what happened after. They all nod like how the toys in the car nod but the difference is they all touched their chin. I shook my head, I looked at Wise, he seems to be okay now and it seems he knew Sketch because they are talking before I told them what happened

Daimon’s eyes burned with a sharp intensity, daring him to say the wrong thing. The doctor took a steady breath before responding carefully, sensing Daimon’s unrelenting scrutiny. "Mr. Blackwood, the amount of blood was misleading. The majority came from a single head wound. She’s an exceptional driver—at the critical moment, she minimized the impact, avoiding catastrophic injuries. While the accident looked severe, the actual damage was not as extensive as it seemed. We ran thorough checks, twice. Apart from the leg fracture, the rest are superficial wounds. And as for the forehead injury, we’ve treated it meticulously—there won’t be any scarring. You can rest assured."

I try to sit up, suddenly too aware of my position, and he instantly steps forward, sliding a pillow behind my back with practiced ease. “What happened?” I ask, my thoughts still scattered, my memory refusing to cooperate. He pulls back at the same time I tilt my head up— Thud. My forehead collides directly with his chin. “Ouch!” I wince, clutching my head. That hurt. He sucks in a sharp breath, clearly just as surprised. What the hell is his chin made of? Marble? Concrete? Reinforced steel? I glare up at him, dazed, while he stares back like he’s deciding whether to laugh or scold me. Apparently, he decides to ignore everything that just happened altogether.

It's clear that it requires stitches, but I doubt Professor Hamilton would take me to the hospital or know how to handle it. I press the dry part of the rag against my forehead, holding it there for a while. Despite my exhaustion and desire for sleep, it's not a good idea at the moment. I may have a concussion. After a while, Professor Hamilton returns with a first aid kit. He approaches me as I sit and turns my head to examine my forehead. "I hope you understand that I won't tolerate such behavior again," Professor Hamilton warns me, retrieving an item from the first aid kit and applying it to my forehead.

He faced me, and his eyes looked so deep it crept me out. “Maybe I should kiss you first before I untie you. You won’t let me do that once your hands are free, will you?” He said, raising his eyebrow. To my surprise, I smacked his forehead with mine. I felt like I had just hit a stone. The hard blow on my head made me dizzy. I shut my eyes in pain. Shortly, I felt his warm hands on my forehead, and the pain was gone instantly! I opened my eyes, amazed at what had just taken place. I caught him smiling—a smile that would make me think he was a normal human being.

He groaned finally. "Let me check." Tasha took out her cell phone from her coat pocket, turned on its flashlight and placed her hand on his forehead while standing high on her feet. He was relieved by the touch of her soft fingers. In the dim light, she carefully examined his forehead and found a large, hard lump above his eyebrow. "I'm so sorry," Tasha apologized as she quickly withdrew her hand, regret evident in her voice. "It's swollen, which is a good sign. If it wasn't swollen, the risk of internal injury would be higher," Tasha remarked, examining his injury seriously once more.