She could feel that the bone was shattered underneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

He fingered something below his neck, under the fabric of his shirt.

The air chilled her through the light fabric of her shirt.

She curled her fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt.

The knit fabric of her shirt clung in the right places.

Her fists clenched the soft fabric of his sodden shirt.

She felt the fabric of his shirt, at the neck, under the leather jacket.

Clearly, the fabric of his shirt had been pierced.

She closed her fists in the fabric of his shirt and held on.

She closed her fists in the fabric of his shirt, but then she nodded.