There was blood on his face, running down onto his shirt.

I shut my eyes, and held onto his shirt with both hands, and wept.

I walked deeper into the darkness, moving slowly, Eileen still holding onto my shirt.

He took another canister and hooked it onto his shirt.

Richard brushed the stone dust from his hands onto his shirt.

It dripped blood onto Michael's shirt, face and arm.

A drop of blood from his nose fell onto his white shirt.

It was difficult to do that and keep the blood from running onto his shirt.

Then he pinned it onto her shirt, just above the brest pocket.

She clenched onto my shirt with both fists and seemed to be trying to blend into me.