Sudden Dent In Forehead Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

She could smell his lemony aftershave and her gaze drifted to his tanned forearm, the sleeves of his shirt rolled back casually, the dusting of black hair making her skin lift in a tiny shiver as she thought about those arms touching her flesh. ‘What do you think the scans show?’ he asked as the last one was illuminated. Georgie moistened her lips and began, ‘Um … she’s got a depressed left skull fracture and still some extradural clot despite the burr-hole … And there’s underlying cerebral contusion.’ ‘Yeah, I agree. So where do we go from here?’ She stared at the scan until it blurred in front of her eyes. ‘She needs the rest of that clot evacuated,’ she said.

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.

The force of the blow snapped his head to the side and he shut his eyes, tightening his dental bone. “Hey man, is everything okay?” Jay walked over, his lips pulled in a thin frown.

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.