There was a blackness where Allison had felt empty before. Like Stiles, she was unable to articulate any of her thoughts and feelings at the moment. She felt filthy, filthy on the inside, outside and everything in between. Like her soul had just been swished around a dirty broken dishwasher. She only stared after Stiles for a long moment after he disappeared into the prison.
She looked at Scott. She didn't say anything but she didn't have to. Things had changed between the two of them in the last hour. There was a difference that both of them felt. It was for more than one reason but one of them Allison kept close to her chest. She was going to take the first whack at Kol. It was only fair.
She walked inside the prison and down to the showers. It was really late so there was nobody in there as she peeled her bloody hoodie off and pushed the dark jeans down before stepping out of them. Like Pigpen a cloud of dust seemed to follow her as she stepped into the shower area and turned on the water. It was cold at first but Allison didn't mind. She turned around to look at Scott just as the water warmed up.
Her hand reached out to take his, finger interlocking as she pulled him under the spray of water so that the dirt and dust washed away from his face. Her eyes met his and neither one of them looked away.
"You died for me," she said quietly as she looked down at their intertwined fingers. Stiles died for her too but she wasn't going to thank him in the shower. "I can feel it. Everything's different."