I touch the edge - it goes right into my hand, draws blood.

He scratched, like a cat or a woman, drew blood with his fingernails.

Otherwise - our movement will be bad, because blood draws other bloods.

Four women left the study before the end of the year and another was able to give only four blood draws for health reasons.

Until, finally, blood from the battle drew close enough to splatter my hands and the gold before my eyes.

For that matter, the blood he was trailing might draw sharks as well.

The blood we shared wasn't what drew you to me.

Then the blood in the water drew many sharks.

But bind their wounds first, so the blood doesn't draw sharks or worse.

Already, as they rested, the grease and clotted blood were drawing flies.