"Fuck, don't do that," Iain told him. "Just sit tight, OK? I'll be right there." He hung up and flagged down the first cab he saw, flying out of the backseat as soon as he'd paid the driver.
He sprinted to the mouth of the alley, then dropped down beside his brother. "Hey, Lachlan, I'm here," he said soothingly. "Sorry I took so long, bloody traffic. Are you...well, not OK. How are you feeling?"