Shane stayed still and quiet while John cleaned and sealed the wounds, not flinching, clearly used to both injury and pain. He took the glue and set it aside, thanking him quietly and turning his attention back to Cole.
He got to his feet, leaning against the back of the couch. All he wanted to do was usher everyone out of the apartment and lock the door. He could worry about cleaning up the blood in the morning.
He heard everything John said, but if he felt anything about it he certainly didn't show it on his face, or react to anything at all, really. "If he's better off not moving far, he can stay here," he said, breaking his silence at last. "Whatever's best." He would defer that decision to the doctor.