They simply cling to one other with a desperate need.

But, of course, that too is a lie, and in fact he clings to life with all his might.

Others clung to him with their eyes full of nausea or hope.

Or rather, she was on his, clinging to it with both hands, smiling up at him.

She clung to my arm with both her small hands.

Still she clung to him with a kind of desperation.

She held his head up, clinging with her free hand to the niche in the wall.

But instead of leaving, she clung to him with something close to desperation.

Then he was getting up and she found herself clinging to his arm with her good hand.

He clung to me with hands and arms, but his eyes were all for Sage.