From bottle to bottle, through me, this fluid will daily run.

Clear fluids ran from their noses and ears as their entire nervous systems went into revolt.

A golden fluid was welling calmly out the top, running down to the floor of the compartment.

Clear fluid in suspended bags ran through lines that entered beneath the bandages low on her forearms.

Fluid ran out as other fluid ran in; it felt a little cool.

The other had been shot out and thick green fluid was running sluggishly down his cheek.

Dark fluid ran like the ichor of Revelstone into the hollow.

When they cut me open, the fluids will run downhill to collection points at its base.

Zerft saw a yellow fluid run down on him.