Sudden Dent In Forehead Novels & Stories

Not a single bite. A wave of dizziness hit me as I placed my palm on my forehead, squeezing my eyes shut. The headache was like someone repeatedly hitting my skull with a drumstick, the pounding sharp and merciless. When I finally forced myself to sit up, I scanned my room and almost turned away from how horrible it looked.

"Hold that. Ten minutes. Don't check it early." She wrapped the cuff around my arm while I sat there holding my own face, the Velcro tearing loud in the quiet room, and the machine hissed and squeezed and she watched the numbers climb across the little screen without her expression changing, though something in her jaw pulled tight at whatever she saw there. "Tell me exactly what happened. Not the version where you're fine." "A migraine. Sudden onset." "You've had sudden onset before. You didn't come in for those." She peeled the cuff off, tossed it aside, reached for a damp cloth from the sink and started wiping at the dried blood along my jaw without asking. "Something's different."

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.

he continued. “That's what I had thought too, but after she said what she just said I took a closer look. Look at these,” he explained while his fingers roam over the images in his hand. I was in the hospital, in a room where two men I never saw before speaking about me without involving me in the conversation. It felt strange. “What are those?” The young man asked. “Dents. They’re so small, that's how I missed them. Even though they are small they still can cause a big effect on the brain and it's not a good one,” the doctor explained.

Please forgive me for leaving you like this. He suddenly smacked his hand against his forehead. With a loud thud, a stream of vermillion red trickled out of his nostril. His body went limp, and he crashed onto the floor. He was no longer breathing.

"What are you doing here?" Denzel casually replied, "I heard someone from your company was hospitalized, so I came to check her out." "How badly is she hurt?" "It's nothing serious," Denzel said indifferently. "She has a broken bone in her hand and needs time to heal. The stitches in her palm will also take a while. Don't worry. The cut on her forehead won't leave a scar." He succinctly summarized her injuries.

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.