Scott's eyes were on Allison the entire time, hoping and praying that something was going to change. That this wasn't real. She wasn't dead. She couldn't be dead. He just saw her hours before he went into solitary. His body started to rock back and both as he held onto her hand that was just getting colder and colder and Lydia tried. She tried so hard to help her and Scott prayed so hard. Just please, don't let this be the end. Hot tears were burning his eyes but he refused to let them fall, not right now, because she was fine. She was going to be okay, but the more Lydia tried, the more it started to become clear. She was gone.
Dead.
"Oh God," he breathed out. "Allison, no, no, no," he pleaded and when Lydia just stopped, he shook his head. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't imagine being in a world without her in it. He slowly looked up at Stiles as he stood behind Lydia while she sobbed over Allison's body and he didn't know what to say, he couldn't say anything. There was nothing left. She was everything to him. She was the reason for like so many things and now she was just gone. He'd never see her again. Never wake up with her or go to bed with her, or talk to her, or see her smile and he was so stupid. So stupid. He wasn't fast enough, he should have known. He was always getting into a false sense of security and that was what messed him up every time.
He shook his head and wiped at his eyes. He didn't want to move her. He wanted a little more time with her as weird as that was, but he wasn't ready for all the questions. He didn't know who shot her, but he'd find out.
Suddenly, it was quiet, too quiet and Scott lifted his head and watched as Lydia got up so calmly with a weird look on her face. Like something was taking over. She pulled out a knife and opened it up and Scott and Stiles shared a look through their grief before looking at her again.
"What? No," Scott yelled behind her, but she continued walking like she was on a mission. Something was going on and Stiles seemed to be caught in the middle. He looked at Allison and touched her face and then her hair before he slumped there for a second. He could barely see Lydia. He snaked his arms under Allison and lifted her with ease to cradle her against him. Stiles and Scott followed Lydia and eventually caught up with her. There was still that blank look in her eyes when they did and Scott was worried. She snapped. Was that what shock was? He tore his eyes from Lydia and looked at Allison who almost looked peacefully asleep, but the blood and the smell of death, her death was crushing whatever dreams he had in his head that Allison would just wake up and shove him and tell him that it was just a joke. A crappy joke, but he'd take it over this any day.
"Lydia, we need to get back to the prison," Scott said calmly, but Lydia paid no attention to him.