Sudden Dent In Forehead 소설 & 이야기

"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."

He sat down in the chair across from me, which I didn’t like—when doctors sit down it means the conversation is going to take longer than a sentence, and longer than a sentence at five in the morning rarely means good things. “Your son is out of surgery,” he began. “He’s stable.” “Tell me the specifics,” I said. He glanced at his clipboard. “Fractured left arm—a clean break of the radius. We’ve set it and cast it. Three broken ribs on the left side, which we’re managing conservatively. Twelve sutures across his forehead, here to here—” He drew a line across his own forehead with one finger, temple to temple, slightly above the brow. “And a concussion.”

With a soft groan, I cracked open my eyes; blinking as the bright light blinded me. “You are awake…” Something soft caressed my hair. “How are you feeling? Does it hurt too much?” It took a moment for it to register in that I was resting against the shoulder of a girl. When it did, I pulled away immediately; moaning as a sharp stab seared through my forehead, travelling all the way to my neck. “Don’t make any sudden movements. You seem to have severe contusions.”

But a few seconds later, he opens his eyes wide with a shocked expression as he ignores the headache of his head. When he closed his eyes earlier, a bloody rotten face suddenly appeared in his mind and it shocked him badly that he immediately opens his eyes. The Young man took a deep breath again as his headache starts to worsen. And while he bears the pain of his headache, more Images flashes in his mind.

I swallow hard, throat suddenly dry. “You’ve got some significant bruising along your back, hips, and shoulders from the slide. No breaks, though. You were wearing your helmet, which prevented anything more serious with your head. We ran scans. No signs of bleeding or swelling. Just a mild concussion and some memory fog.”

Then I tucked my phone aside just as the car screeched to a halt. My lips twitched as I dragged my luggage out. The driver lent a hand, and finally the apartment loomed before me. My fingers ran through my hair as I inhaled sharply, pulled out my phone, and snapped a picture of the building. Before I could take a step, something sharp slammed into my forehead like a freight train. The ball nearly fractured my skull. My vision blurred, and I clutched my head. “What the hell!” I hissed as I turned sharply, and a figure came into view.

Ivan roared, his voice echoing like thunder in the small cavern. I ignored him. I ran my fingers through the hair at the base of her skull. My breath hitched. There was a soft, spongy area right at the occipital bone. The skin wasn't just bruised; it was split in a clean, vertical line. This wasn't an injury from a Hound. A Hound’s bite is messy, jagged, and full of tearing. This was a blunt force impact. A concentrated strike to the most vulnerable part of the human cranium.

“This child, why did you suddenly slam your head against the table. Look at that bruise on your forehead. It looks so painful.” Mark’s mother hurriedly went to find a first aid kit- to treat the painful red swell on Aimie’s forehead. Angelo- who was left alone in the dining area- was lamenting inwardly because of how hard he smacks his head on the table. He had only intended to hit his head lightly to stop his mind from imagining unnecessary things but; he miscalculated the force he had used and instead slammed his head violently against the hard as a rock dining table. It was fortunate that his forehead didn’t spurt out blood.

She knew she had to think things through carefully. *** "So what did you find out?" Dennis looked up at Detective Martinez to answer. "Well, it seems that she has suffered some trauma to the brain. She must have been hit on the head pretty badly. There is some swelling on the right side of her forehead, probably where the fall caused a lot of damage. That is why there was a huge amount of blood coming out of her nostrils" explained Detective Martinez. "What does that mean? Does that mean that she is going to die?" Asked Dennis concerned.

She fastened her seatbelt and, although she was thrown forward by the inertia, she didn't suffer any serious injuries, just a bump on her forehead, which momentarily hurt and made her feel a bit dizzy. Drake, who was sitting beside, also hit his face on the steering wheel. He snapped back to reality and instinctively looked at Hannah, saying, "Hannah, are you okay?" Hannah pressed her forehead, which had been bumped, and waved her other hand at Drake, saying, "I'm fine, how about you?" As soon as she finished speaking, Drake had already unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over. Hannah's hand pressing against her forehead was pushed away, and Drake's hand had already landed on her forehead, “It