Shiloh's anxiety couldn't sink through Piper's panic and Shane's pain. The tug on his sleeve didn't even register with Aaron; without looking sideways he took a step forward into the alley, and then another. They both wanted help, and they wanted it so bad was that anytime he could fight his way to the surface of the wave of emotion that came with the basic human urge to survive, all he wanted to do was help them so it would stop. The sight of the blood did register on his face, but not nearly enough. He was too busy trying to keep some sense of self, and his footsteps stopped only a couple yards away from Shane's prone form and Piper's crouching one. There was no question of danger; there was no anger here. Piper was going into shock, and his emotions were becoming frozen white confusion.