He snaps his head up, blood from his torn cheek spattering the wall.

He rested his torn cheek against her hair, welcoming the sting of it.

Sean on his back, his head twisted to the side and blood from his torn cheek dribbling into his nose and mouth so that his breathing snored hoarsely.

It wasn't until Ryan was out of sight of Pyra Quadde that he touched the livid pain of his torn cheek.

The man screamed and put his hand up to his torn cheek.

Cursing her in a slurred voice, air whistling through his torn cheek with each word, he was on his hands and knees, coming up.

He shook his hair back from his eyes, and the blood from his torn cheek welled red.

He bathed his face in the cool water, tore off the tail of his blue shirt and dipped it and held it against his torn cheek and nose.

He pitched heavily to the floor, with blood dripping from his torn cheek.

He pressed the edges of his torn cheek together with his thumb and forefinger.