Re: Scott and Allison
"I know," he nodded, his motions quick and not the least bit calm. "I'll fix it," he said again, squeezing her hand gently with the hand she'd grabbed and his free was placed over the wound as he did everything he could to focus on taking her pain away.
"You're gonna be okay," he said dumbly, knowing in the very pit of his stomach that wasn't true. "We're gonna win this. Cause it's what we do, right?" Why he was asking her questions when she could barely whisper, he didn't know. He supposed it just made him feel better somehow. "And...we're gonna go home and we're gonna celebrate the fact that Lucifer is gone with brownie sundaes with Stiles and Lydia," The faintest hint of a chuckle found it's way out of his mouth, "and then we're probably gonna sleep for a week because honestly, how are we even still going at this point anyway, right?" Scott didn't even know why he was laughing, faint as it was. None of this was funny, not even in an ironic sort of way, but he could vaguely remember his mom talking about how people reacted differently in bad situation and sometimes the reactions weren't appropriate, but they happened anyway. He guessed that's what this was.