A pale yellow fluid was pouring from the knife wounds in its side.

A yellowish-red fluid, more like pus than blood, poured from the place where the leg had joined the body.

Jeshua cupped his hands and clear, steaming fluid poured into them.

Yellow fluids poured from his mouth, vile-smelling food remnants.

Sparks and fluids poured out of the gaping wound in his chest.

The fluid pours into the infant's lungs.

In the meantime, a dark, high-density fluid of regret poured through Stern, the stuff of gloom.

Thin blue fluid pours from his lips, almost to our feet.

I lay in the bath, naked, as the dark fluids poured out of me.