Sudden Dent In Forehead Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 2 - You Deserve This LENA I ducked almost immediately, but I wasn’t fast enough. A heavy glass—maybe a mug—smashed into my forehead with a sickening crack. “Agh!” I screamed, stumbling back. My hand flew to my head, but blood was already pouring. The pain exploded as the blood was now dripping into my eyes. It hurt so bad. My vision blurred, a mix of tears and blood. My forehead throbbed like someone had hacked it with a blade.

Immediately, my head screamed, Dice! In the process of turning to race back into the bedroom, I lost my footing, and came tumbling to the ground like a pile of sacks. My head slammed onto a glass as I fell and I clutched my head with my left palm, seeing stars. The left side of my forehead had suffered the hit; I could already feel a goose egg forming on that side. A throbbing pain took over my head and I struggled to open my eyes properly without being hurt by the light.

My forehead slammed against the cold metal with a painful thud. “Agh.. fuck!” I cried out as the sting shot through my head and tears filled my eyes. In the blink of that pain, I felt Something shifted in my eye. One of my contact lenses had slipped—maybe fallen out completely. My vision on that side blurred instantly. “Shit..” I muttered, blinking rapidly, trying to see straight. “Now look what you made me do,” Kayden growled behind me, his grip still iron-tight on my arm. This time, he leaned over my body and yanked my head up by my hair.

Using his own stuff, he cleaned and dressed the wound before he put gauze on it. “Good news she doesn’t have a concussion but the bad news is she has a bad gash on her forehead. If she was hit with more force, her skull would have been cracked. I felt her shudder beneath me and I know she must have been feeling scared. Putting her to lay, I told her to get some rest before we exited the room. Walking Doctor Richards to the front door, I thanked him before he left. Walking into the kitchen, I called out to James who appeared a couple of seconds later.

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.”

She could smell his lemony aftershave and her gaze drifted to his tanned forearm, the sleeves of his shirt rolled back casually, the dusting of black hair making her skin lift in a tiny shiver as she thought about those arms touching her flesh. ‘What do you think the scans show?’ he asked as the last one was illuminated. Georgie moistened her lips and began, ‘Um … she’s got a depressed left skull fracture and still some extradural clot despite the burr-hole … And there’s underlying cerebral contusion.’ ‘Yeah, I agree. So where do we go from here?’ She stared at the scan until it blurred in front of her eyes. ‘She needs the rest of that clot evacuated,’ she said.

Steady. The scent of dark spices and something distinctly him wrapped around me, making my already chaotic heartbeat even more erratic. I barely had time to process the shock of not being sprawled out on the floor when I felt a jolt of pain course through my forehead as King Dane’s finger connected sharply with it. I gasped, eyes flying open in shock. “Ouch!” I yelled in pain. My hands shot up to clutch my forehead, and I looked up at him wide-eyed, my mouth parting in disbelief.

“There is, but for now, I doubt. There should be a pause for the meantime. I have seen cases like this before, he'll keep growing, but not too much like this. This time, it's going to be a gradual process.” Then I recalled when Diego complained about having a scar on his forehead. “Again, there's something on his forehead I need you to see.” “Diego?” I called Diego who has all these while being focused on his toys. “Yes, mommy.” He answered, turning to look at me. “Come here.” He left his toys, slowly walking up to me. I shifted the strands of his hair, showing doctor James the scar on his forehead. It had a red color around it which means it was indeed hurting him.

August asked, staring at me. “She had a concussion from the accident. Apart from that and a few scratches, she’s fine.” He explained. August breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you sure it’s just a concussion? What if there’s bleeding in her brain or her skull—” “Mr Wolfe, I can assure you, she will be fine within a few days.” Dr Fate reassured with a smile on his face. “You will experience severe migraines for a day, but nothing the drugs won’t fix. You might also experience memory flashes for a while—”

Aspen yelled into her ear. She shook her head, her cheeks reddening, but she’d never admit it. She was. Aspen grabbed her hand, and they were ushered through a door on the side. The hallway was brightly lit, and North pushed through a door on their left. Axl sat on a hospital bed, a man blocking her view as he worked on Axl’s face. When he stepped back, she saw the fresh stitches partially hidden by his eyebrow. He had red blotches on the sides of his ribs, but the grin on his face surprised her. The sight made something in her chest tighten unexpectedly.