Open to Stiles
He was shaking his head furiously, "No, no, Allison, don't, don't go, please," he mumbled, leaning down, cradling her in his lap, "Please, please don't do this. Don't leave me, Allison. I love you, don't leave me."
Scott heard that finality in her tone as she whispered his name, barely able to even get his name out before her eyes closed one last time. He listened as her heartbeat slowed and finally stopped. He knew, to the very second, when she was gone and that was when he finally broke, tears running freely down his cheeks, choking on a sob as he held his girlfriend's now lifeless body tightly against his chest, rocking gently, a continuous string of, "No, no, no," being whispered.