Sudden Dent In Forehead Novels & Stories

At the same time, Dawn let out a sharp cry, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. “Dawn!” Justin didn’t even react to the slap. He shoved me aside and ran straight to her. Pain exploded as the back of my head slammed into the corner of the table, and my vision blurred. I shook my head, rubbing my eyes hard. When I looked up again, everyone had gathered around her. She, on the other hand, clutched her bleeding forehead with one hand and held the necklace in the other while saying something to me. In the final second before everything went black, I made out the words.

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.

* Knock * I knocked on his room's door and after a couple of minutes, it was answered. My mouth touched the ground in shock. Surprise masked his poorly bruised face. His left eye has that round blue bruised which is looking pretty painful because the swelling has closed his eye small. Also, the side of the lip is swelling along with a few cuts there. His jaw looked swollen possibly due to some heavy punches. Looking at his body posture I can clearly see that he is broken from the inside out with injuries.

I said hurriedly. The next thing I knew was a big apple flying towards me and it hit me right on my forehead. It happened so fast that I couldn't even avoid it. I practically saw stars. It was so painful. Just then, I felt liquid on my nose. I touched my nose and I saw blood. "Blood?" I gasped in panic and the next thing was that I saw darkness. I woke up with a groan as my head was hurting. I placed my hand on my forehead and there was a slight bump on it.

"Her arm and ribs have been fractured. But those are just minor injuries so you don't have to worry that much. She will stay for a few days to rest and she can go home after that." "H-How about her forehead? She was bleeding, doctor." "Her forehead is swelling because of the impact. She has a small cut on her forehead but the tests came out clear. But to make sure, we'll observe her for four to six hours." I nodded and squeezed my eyes closed. Fck! I was able to breathe in relief after I heard that. I thanked the doctor and followed the stretcher when I saw them transferring my daughter. My parents followed me but all I could think about was Darya.

I lift my hands to his face, my thumbs brushing along the hard edges of his jaw as I tilt his head to get a good look at him. My stomach twists. His left eye is swollen shut, the skin around it a deep, angry red that promises to turn purple by tomorrow. His nose doesn't look broken but a thin trail of fresh blood trickles from his nostril. His bottom lip is split, the raw skin glistening, and there's a slash across his cheekbone.

I persist further. “Then, the owner of the dog along with the pedestrian bought you here. There’s good news for you too. You don’t have any internal damage except for the small scratch on your forehead that you received. Also, there are no external injuries except for this” She points her pen at the left side of my face, and instinctively my hand flies to touch the left side of my forehead. The smooth texture now felt slightly jagged. “It’s nothing serious though. It will heal and the clotted skin will fall off within two days. Just avoid picking at it” She advises in her motherly tone.

"That was pretty close. I guess we almost got struck by a bolt of lightning." Aiden glanced at the corner of the road that was burning, shoved, and made a huge hole. If that lightning hits us, probably we could have been ashes by now. "Are you all right?" I asked Aiden when I could see blood coming out of his forehead. "You're bleeding." Aiden reached out to his forehead and wiped the blood on his forehead before he replied. "I'm a bit dizzy but I'd be fine. What about you? You're bleeding too."

The smell does not hurt my nose but it is addictive as if I want to sniff him until the smell disappears from his body. "There's a pole," Preston said. I didn't hear what he said because my mind was busy staring at his face and appreciating how fragrant and handsome he is up close. Bang! I suddenly felt dizzy and grabbed my forehead. “Ouch!” my forehead hurts. I bumped into a… iron pole. My forehead has a little bulge. I’ll look like a flowerhorn if this will grow bigger. Preston clicked his tongue. "Does it hurt? I told you there was a pole," he shook his head.

I slammed my forehead—with all my remaining strength—into his nose. "Go to hell!" The moment of impact tore my forehead open again, and my vision went black from the pain. But I distinctly heard his muffled grunt—the unexpected pain made him stagger back a step. At the same time, my head shifted slightly. My lips accidentally brushed against the corner of his mouth as I shot past. It was a fleeting moment, but close enough to make me instinctively nauseous. He froze, a strange look crossing his face, as if I had stolen his first kiss.