The right sleeve of the creature's dirty, yellow shirt hung empty from the shoulder.

My right sleeve hung torn where I ripped it to get the knife.

Aurore noted, also, that the right sleeve of his tattered coat was hanging empty.

The empty sleeve of his right arm still hung limp.

The dark robes seemed to twitch where the right sleeve hung empty.

A flapping empty sleeve hung where his right arm should have been.

He stooped under the pressure of perpetual pain and his right sleeve hung empty below the elbow.

And now both sleeves hung tantalizingly above him, just out of reach.

One sleeve was hanging by a few threads, looking exactly the way the pulled muscle in her shoulder felt.

The sleeves of this cloak hang from his elbows, also in a very curvilinear fashion.