I was sure the cuts were bleeding again from the bowling-ball trip.

I noticed that the cuts on the back of Giorgio's hand were bleeding again.

The cut to her hand was deep and would have bled profusely.

He could not tell if the cut was still bleeding.

He wakes up the next morning hung over, with the cut in his hand having bled onto the bed.

The cut was a good fifth of an inch deep and bled relatively little.

Luckily, the cut was not deep and had bled freely at first.

His anxiety turned to amazement as he saw that the cut did not bleed.

The cut bled, but beside his hand he scarcely felt it.

The cut bled heavily, sheeting half her face with bright red blood.