Sudden Dent In Forehead Novels & Stories

But… this pain in my chest was too much. To my huge relief, the medical assessment revealed that Sadie's injuries were relatively minor. The gash on her arm required only a handful of stitches, expertly administered by the clinic's skilled surgical team. While the blow to her face had left a sizable bruise on her cheekbone, it was deemed superficial and would heal with time. However, there was a minor blockage in her throat artery. Swift action was taken, and a minor surgical procedure swiftly resolved the issue, ensuring unimpeded blood flow and alleviating any potential complications.

I stood up and moved towards the vanity to get a proper view of my head in the mirror. The bandage was soaked with my blood. I quickly unclipped it, unwrapping the bandage from my head. I grabbed pieces of tissue paper that laid on the vanity table and wrapped it around the bandage before disposing of it. As I inspected the injury closer through the mirror, I noted something peculiar- a portion of my hair near my temple had been neatly shaved, exposing a deep gash. At an alarming depth, I even caught a glimpse of my skull, accompanied by a pink matter resembling my brain. What left me unsettled was the conspicuous absence of pain and It wasn't even showing any signs of imminent healing.

With a scream of horror and alarm, I rushed over to his side and knelt down beside him on the floor, my eyes wide like saucers. "Henry!" I cried out in shock. "What happened to you? How did this happen?" I felt his neck for a temperature and when I didn't feel anything other that a normal temperature, I relaxed but only for a bit. As my eyes flew to the deep gash on his forehead which was oozing thick blood out, all traces of relaxation disappeared from my mind.

Ian winced silently—the alcohol stung as it was applied to the wounds. Sage softened her touch. "There we go." She started putting away the things when she was done applying the iodine. Ian wasn't too happy with how perfunctory she'd been, though. He said, "You forgot about my forehead." In the past, Sage would freak out over him having a chipped nail. Yet today, she hadn't even noticed he was injured! Sage glanced at his forehead. Indeed, there was a wound at his temple, near his hairline. Perhaps it had been formed when a glass shard had flown at him. It was already starting to scab. She didn't say anything as she tended to it.

Panic heated my chest. “Don’t worry.” He was quick to soothe me. “It’ll come back. You hit your head pretty hard, and so soon after…” He trailed off, chewing on his cheek and looking away. “You hit the back of your head against the edge of the pavement. You fractured your skull. Luckily – well, depending on your definition of lucky,” he frowned, “you didn’t break anything.” My fingers moved tentatively to probe at my sore side and thigh. Ethan winced, moving quickly to move my hands away

LUCIAN’S POV I froze as I slowly turned back to the doctor, my throat tightening all over again. “What is the bad news?” I forced out, my voice trembling in fear. The doctor’s expression shifted, it wasn't a sad expression but a look that meant the worst part hadn’t been spoken yet. He drew in a steady breath before he started, “Your mate sustained a significant head injury when she fell. The impact caused trauma near the temporal region, the part of the brain that affects memory and awareness.”

Guilty flooded me when I saw sweat beads on their foreheads, and their necks bared as the crushing weight of my aura pressed down against them. I sighed as I pulled my aura in. Almost instantly, all five of my men sighed in relief. When the door opened, my men were on their feet and standing behind me, eagerly waiting to hear what the doctor had to say. “He’s going to be okay. He had a pretty good-sized gash on his head. It was about four inches long. I closed the wound up with 14 staples. He has a hairline fracture and a minor concussion. He will have a headache and may experience mild dizziness at times, but there shouldn't be any lasting side effects.

A suppressed shot to the forehead. The body slumps, and I step over it without slowing.

Unfortunately he was not ready for the impact. Immediately his face turned on the left side, and he felt a stinging pain on his right cheek. He felt that he might have one or two of his teeth dislocated also. Before he could hold his chin to ease the pain a hand immediately caught his neck while choking him slightly but enough to create a shortage of oxygen.

I answered with a sigh. [You're all right there, aren't you?] "It's pretty okay but it's not my forehead, they were injured and I haven't treated him yet." [Why? What happened?] This question is puzzling. "It's because Sir Xander stopped the car suddenly and I didn't forget to fasten my seatbelt so I hit my forehead in the front. It's bleeding, it's really very painful! It's bad because his car looks like it's made of stone." I speak.