I looked at my wrist again and saw that the blood had stopped flowing.

And after a while, I even felt the blood stop draining from my face.

It was as if blood and breath had stopped together.

The cut was not very deep and the blood stopped quickly enough.

Her own blood everywhere, although the bleeding had stopped now.

Her monthly blood, which had been coming for only a year, stopped.

Then, just as quickly, the blood stops to a trickle.

His blood stopped as he realized that someone was behind them.

The blood had stopped flowing, so he could not feel much.

But all the blood in the world couldn't stop the horrors from coming over me when I went to my rest.