He could feel the blood well up like water from a spring as his arm went dead.
I felt the blood running down my face, and the pain gave me strength.
Hard, even getting his name out, and Jennifer could feel the blood in her face.
He felt his blood being drawn out, but could do nothing to stop it.
I could feel all the blood rushing through my skin.
He could feel the blood flowing back into his face.
He could feel the blood rushing to his face now.
She could feel the blood rushing to her face, and didn't care.
I could feel the dried blood on parts of my face.
He felt alive again, the blood running hot in his ancient body.