I turn to the boy and wipe the blood from his cheek.

The top layer of skin was gone from my right cheek.

Little dots of blood were rising from the man's cheek.

She could feel every drop of blood drain from her cheeks.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks, and he did the same.

Only once did he move, to wipe a tear from his cheek.

She brushed a strand of dark hair away back from her cheek.

She brushed a tear from her cheek and looked at him.

Then the light went, not just from his cheek but from the whole world.

When she looked up, he brushed a tear from her cheek.