A soft knit shirt stretched over his raw skin, though.

I sat up, rubbing a patch of raw skin where the sun had found out my shoulder.

The cotton hurts his raw skin, but he ignores the pain.

"Come, let me see if I can't find some medication to put on all that raw red skin."

I closed out the pain of my raw skin and again fell into deep, merciful sleep.

I thought of bandaging the raw skin but decided not to.

He saw the raw skin on her face where the sand had burned it.

He winced from the friction of cloth against raw skin.

There's no pain now, but there probably will be tomorrow when the blisters break and it gets down to raw skin.

The piece of linen he had been given to lie on helped protect his raw, healing skin.