His right shoulder burned where the Ra'zac had bit him, but he pressed on.
His shoulder burned a bit from where he had been hit, but otherwise he felt fine.
My left shoulder was burning where Taulie had hit it.
His shoulder, where the bullet had probed, burned like fire.
His right shoulder burned as if someone was grinding a hot poker into the flesh.
The shoulder on that side was burning but I could use my arm all right.
He reached down, and her shoulder burned where his fingers brushed.
His shoulder burned, but only if he gave it thought.
Her shoulder burned as if a glowing coal had been set under the skin.
His shoulder burned, but he decided he could handle the pain.
