Shane pushed past Piper, still frozen in panic and disbelief, and grabbed hold of the wall. He managed to stand, wavering a little.
He staunchly ignored Aaron and Shiloh, who he now vaguely recognized from the once or twice he'd seen him in the building over the past few days. Instead he pulled off his coat, a laborious feat, and tossed it at Piper.
"Put that on," he said, not explaining his reasoning--that no one needed to see Piper bloody, and he'd be damned before he saw Piper linked to this. Then he began walking toward the mouth of the alley, his hand on the brick. He could worry about Aaron and Shiloh and the body after he was somewhere safe with the hole in his stomach stitched up. He was going to either get back to the building or die in the attempt. He didn't really have any other options.