Sudden Dent In Forehead Mga Nobela at Kwento

I slept for twelve hours straight and I woke up feeling the need to have another hour rest for the whole twelve hours of rest. The fall ended up causing a lot more damage than I thought. I may have had a lot of adrenaline pumping through my veins that I didn't realise how painful it was to fall on my face. It felt tender to touch and some parts were purple and discolored. My forehead was swollen and even worse than the way it looked the day before. Staring at the mirror, I was thinking of having the doctor come over to check it.

I grоаnеd wіth thе іnѕtаnt pain, and mу hаnd instantly touched mу face, fееlіng thе wаrm blооd bеgіn to trickle dоwn my forehead. Hіѕ еуеѕ flickered fоr a mоmеnt, lооkіng almost ароlоgеtіс. Thеу ѕооn rеturnеd back tо thеіr ісу ѕtаrе, hіѕ face still held nо emotion.

Raeyan clutched his forehead which felt painful. He didn’t expect that not only would Raine attack him that way, but Raine’s skull is also very hard like a rock! Raeyan thinks that his forehead would be swollen. He also felt dizzy, feeling like everything around him was in circles. “You…” Raeyan muttered as he tried hard to look at Raine with a focused gaze. “Raeyan!” Yris cried after he finally got over his shock. He ran up to Raeyan to heal Raeyan’s swelling forehead.

I squeezed my face as the morning sun shone in my eyes. I felt uncomfortable so I had to open my eyes. I sighed and touched my forehead. “Argh!” I felt a sharp pain at the left side of my forehead. “What on earth happened?” I muttered to myself. My brain finally noticed I wasn't at home. I compressed my face, wandered my eyes left and right. The room was huge, too big for just a room. It was painted white and had expensive decorations everywhere.

I finally find the courage to look up at him, just in time to see him grimace. "I think I'll survive," he says. "Fortunately, it was an indirect hit." "Oh," I say. "That's good." "Here," he says, holding out one of the ice packs. "You'll probably want to put this on your head." I take the ice pack, then reach up and brush my fingers against my forehead. I suck in a breath as a sharp pain shoots through my skull. There's a nice egg forming right in the middle of my forehead. "You have a very hard head," I say.

I returned her smile while trying to peer into her core. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my head, causing me to wince. I instinctively touched my forehead as the discomfort intensified. She moved closer, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Don't come near," I responded, locking my gaze with hers as she maintained eye contact.

“I’m so sorry, Mom,” he said, his voice breaking. “But you have to calm down.” Orlanda jolted his hands away with all her strength and stepped away from him, her eyes searing with rage. “Tell me what happened,” she demanded. “Eros has suffered the worst possible concussion. Subdural hematoma—” “Bleeding in the skull,” Orlanda completed Adonis’s words and a hard punch landed on my chest. I held the wall to keep myself from falling to the ground.

All he did was stare straight ahead. As Brenden and Tyler came to an abrupt halt before them, he had moved forward and gently coaxed his left hand off of his elbow. He tried his best to approach him like a wounded animal so as not to startle him. Next to him, Kat assisted and kept him awake with conversation. There was no way to know whether he was concussed or not, though he did have a nasty gash on his forehead right above his left eyebrow. Brenden and Tyler seemed to be at an equal loss as to what they should do, so he didn't feel quite so alone and helpless. The man in front of him wasn't in great shape and he was worried. Very worried.

Delilah’s eyes shone wide with tears, following me step for step. “Careful, please,” she begged them, voice cracking. “He’s hurt badly. Just—just be gentle!” I had to fight the grin threatening to split my face. Hurt bad. If only she knew. Doctor Frank leaned over me once we were inside, his hands moving briskly,“Possible fracture. And that forehead needs stitches. We’ll run scans to be sure.” I groaned again, letting my head loll toward Delilah. “Don’t… leave me.”

His chest tightened again. The doctor noticed the tension in his expression. “Are you feeling pain?” Dreston shook his head slowly. “No.” “Dizziness?” “No.” The doctor studied him carefully. “Then tell me what happened.” Dreston leaned back slightly against the pillow. His breathing had calmed now, but confusion still lingered in his eyes. “I… I saw something.” The doctor nodded. “That’s normal after head trauma. Sometimes memories appear suddenly.” Dreston frowned slightly. “They didn’t feel like memories.”