Sudden Dent In Forehead Novels & Stories

* 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.

Taking a deep breath, I slammed my forehead against his. "Ow! What the hell?!"

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.

Something I blame all the black eyes for. Suddenly Connor busts into the room, blood dripping down his forehead. "You need to see this!" He huffs, blood falling into his eyes. The year of solitude has now come to an end, crashing around me like a building that has been demolished in a split second. I stand in the middle of the rubble, unable to catch my breath. My heart skips as I see the scene laid in front of me. On his forehead is a laceration, his flesh cut open enough to see bone. My stomach wrenches at the gore.

She paused, as if she was piecing her memory back together. “I don’t know, Daran. It all happened so fast,” she muttered. “He... was right behind me when I accidentally bumped into him. And when I looked at him, I was shocked. I don’t know how to explain it... but he had this strange kind of handsomeness, something out of the ordinary. It was like there was something eternal and timeless in his face. But the most disturbing thing was the black mark on his forehead. It was so dark, different from the ones I’ve seen before.”

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.

He lifted a slim file in his hand, his knuckles white around the edge. The room suddenly felt smaller. Tighter. Ms. Henss’s fingers slipped around mine, warm and steady, but her grip betrayed her nerves. “Well?” she asked softly, her voice thin, almost trembling. Doctor Lindstrom adjusted his glasses and flipped open the file. His voice was calm, too calm, as if each word was chosen carefully. “Your left cheekbone and jaw are severely fractured. I am… amazed you’ve been able to speak at all. The pain must be unbearable.”

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.