He looked at me, eyes flicking to my bloody wrist.

His right arm ended in a bloody wrist.

Ranger raised my bruised and bloody wrist to his mouth and kissed it.

"It would not have hurt if you'd followed him a trifle closer," Conan said, holding up his bloody left wrist.

Jason was sitting slumped beside the coffin, cradling his bloody wrist with a beatific expression on his face.

He let me go and stumbled to his feet, staring at his hands and my bloody wrist, horror showing on his face.

Renna was always ready to lick my bloody wrist!

Her bloody wrists stung, her bound ankles hurt.

The man screamed and clutched his bloody wrist with his other hand.

"Wish I had broken my bloody wrist," he muttered.