Blood raced up her neck to warm her cheeks.
Still, if Señor Medena adopted Dulce when she was a baby and raised her, then he was her father - blood relative or not.
Who would have thought he would become attached to a child that was neither his own blood nor male?
Even so, it was as if a something had been lifted from her chest, allowing the flow of oxygen and blood to a starving brain.
Blood left her head so fast that for a moment she thought she would faint.
The blood drained from her face.
The blood left her head in a race to her feet and her knees melted to follow.
They probably got my blood sample mixed up.
Blood pulsed painfully in her throat, and her face grew warm.
The blood pounded in her neck and temples.
"No," he said, rubbing the blood off with a handful of sand.
She could feel the blood drain from her face.
The blood bounded back into her neck.
She caught her breath as the blood lunged painfully up her neck.
The blood drained from her head, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
This case was a twelve year old girl, shot in cold blood as she sat alone at the poolside of her California home.
There was blood running down his pant leg but he ran on his leg so it couldn't have been too bad.
No stone left unturned until I see the blood of my tipster-nemesis flood the ground beneath her panicked body.
One of the men drinking blood from the naked woman straightened, and she gasped.
Blood splattered her as someone dropped from the cot beside her to the floor.
The conference hall was dimly lit, and he immediately smelled the blood of a recent kill.
The sight of her bruised cheek made his blood boil.
Her body was stiff from her father's blows, her blood racing.
His face was bloodied, and one arm was covered in blood from his shoulder wound.
The horse was plunging madly about, and two or three deep gashes appeared upon its flanks, from which the blood flowed freely.
Real horses, like myself, are made of flesh and blood and bones.
"If anything cuts me," he replied, "the blood runs out to show where I am cut.
In 1628, the first complete explanation that blood flows through the body in arteries was published.
In 1818, a human blood transfusion.
In every cell of your body except your red blood cells exists a copy of your DNA.
The blood pressed about my thumping heart, and I could scarcely speak, except in monosyllables.
Anger seized me, my fingers refused to move, I sat rigid for one long moment, the blood throbbing in my temples, and all the hatred that a child can feel concentrated in my heart.
I am made of flesh and blood and bone, am I not?
You here see perchance how blood-vessels are formed.
But even suppose blood should flow.
Is there not a sort of blood shed when the conscience is wounded?
We alone must avenge the blood of the just one....
His heart contracted and the blood rushed to his face.
Drain the blood from men's veins and put in water instead, then there will be no more war!