The mechanical sound of the Dread Doctors sent fearful pulses through your heart. You gasped for air as you sprinted away from them, down the hall of the school.
"Scott!" You screamed for your boyfriend. "Scott!"
"[Y/N]!" Scott ran up to you.
You pulled him into a quick hug. "Scott, you have to help me. They're coming."
Scott pulled away and held onto you by the arms. "I would," he smiled widely. "But I don't love you."
He turned you around to face the Dread Doctors, his claws digging into your flesh, making you bleed.
"Failure," one of the Doctors said. He pulled a sword out of his belt loop. He twirled it around in his hand, and plunged it into your abdomen.
You screamed in pain, and fell back in Scott's arms, already feeling drained of life. In utter terror, you looked up into your love's eyes. His usually comforting face was now full of evil.
"Why?" You whimpered.
He smiled at the agony in your eyes. "I already told you," he said. "I don't love you."
You woke up in a sweaty panic, screaming bloody murder at the top of your lungs. You thrashed around in the sheets, tears burning your eyes and oxygen clear of your throat.
"[Y/N], calm down," Scott put his hands gently on your arms. "It's just a dream! You're okay! You're here in my room. You're with me."
You stopped moving, and put your face between your knees. Scott let his hand rest on your back, drawing small circles.
"I'm sorry," you whispered eventually.
"No," he said. "I'm sorry. This is too much for you. You shouldn't even be involved."
"It's not that," you sat up, wiping away a tear. "I'm just so afraid of losing you."
"Hey," he said, cupping your face in his hands. "You're never going to lose me."
Scott scooted back and leaned against the headboard, allowing you to crawl into his lap. You put your arms around his neck, and he put his around your waist.
Every bit of worry in your head seemed to melt away. It was as if Scott had powers beyond taking physical pain. Being around him was like being engulfed in a wave of endearment.
"I love you," he said, kissing your forehead. "I love you."
