He was leaning with one arm against the table, blood running out of the other.

Leaning against the table, I gave him my full attention.

Then suddenly he let her go and she almost fell up against the table.

She stood right up against the table, a position that announced: I'm ready.

He tried to get up and fell against the table.

I remember the sense of his weight as he fell forward, first against the table, then to the floor.

He let the phone crash against the table and drop to the floor.

The old man's head must have struck against the table.

To do so, she had brought herself to his level, her head resting against the table.

It was the man who'd been leaning against the table.