The wine-sim was like blood now, pounding in his head.

The blood pounded in his head, and when he tried to open his eyes the pain was intense.

As the terrible sound pounded in his head, he couldn't tell past from future at all.

One thought only kept driving the others away, pounding in her head like the hammer of a herald's staff on the floor.

The question still pounded in his head and not even the sound could drown it out: Where are we going?

The blood pounded in my head and for some reason, I was unable to speak.

The beat, and her exotic animal scent, pounded in his head.

The blood was no longer pounding in her head.

Blood pounded in his head with the effort, but there was no give in the knots.