His head, swathed in bandages covered with blood, lay on a pillow.

I undid the bandages, and the wounded man looked at me with his large eyes and gave no sign of pain as I did it.

It was a horrible wound.

The skull, shattered by some deadly weapon, left the brain exposed, which was much injured.

Clots of blood had formed in the bruised and broken mass, in colour like the dregs of wine.
There was both contusion and suffusion of the brain.