Takes this example from A Thousand Splendid Suns. It’s about a pregnant woman, told from the point of view of her friend (and another wife):
The doctor said, ‘Take heart, little sister.’
She bent over Laila.
Laila’s eyes snapped open. Then her mouth opened. She held like this, held, held, shivering, the cords in her neck stretched, sweat dripping from her face, her fingers crushing Mariam’s.
Mariam would always admire Laila for how much time passed before she screamed.
Isn’t that last line a killer? I also like the repetition of “held, held.”