At times like this an old head would seem to be the best option.

Her head didn't seem to hurt at all an more.

The head cold seemed to have robbed me of all my energy.

She turned her head very slightly, seemed to be listening for something.

His head seemed to be starting to work again, if reluctantly.

Even her head seemed to get in the way of his jaw.

His head seemed to have been cast out of metal.

One head still seemed to be trying to say something.

My own head seemed to be full of black rocks.

But before the man could fire, his head seemed to bounce to the right.