Shiloh pushed Shane's shirt open, once it was cut to the neck, and he stood wordlessly and walked to the bathroom. He came back with a damp washcloth in his hand, and he pressed it to the wound on Shane's abdomen as he sat down again. He needed to see how much of what was happening here was blood and how much was injury.
The blood flowed freely when he pressed, and he glanced up at Shane's face to gauge the pain there. "It's deep, but it won't kill you," he finally decided, after looking down for a few more moments. "My ward."