I Love Him But I Can't (Scallison)

Don't Move A Muscle

I was panicking. They both laid completely still. I focused and heard a labored breathing, I couldn't tell who the source of it was from. Matt stood up slowly with blood in the center of his shirt, Scott's shirt the same. I put my finger through the hole that my ring had left and pulled so it broke. I threw the bandanna away and Matt had slumped against the wall. I ran to Scott and I notice more blood on the side of his head.

"Scott?" His eyes opened and I put a hand on his cheek. "Where does it hurt?"

"My head. Are you ok?"

"What about your chest?" I had totally disregarded his question. I lift up his shirt to see no wound. "You didn't get shot?"

Matt takes in a pained breath and says "Of course you check on him. He doesn't love you like I do. He'll never be good enough for you. It's you and me forever."

He pointed the pistol at Scott but I punched him, causing the aim to go wide but the bullet went across Scott's side, leaving a flesh wound. Lydia came down the stairs and shot the pistol out of Matt's hand, holding him at gun point. I went over to Scott and put pressure on his side.

Stiles walked in through the front door with the police and EMTs. I went in the back with Scott and they bandaged his head and his side.

/

"Scott," Melissa shouted when Scott got rolled in on a wheelchair. "Oh my god, what happened?! Is that blood on your shirt?!"

"It's ok. Mom, I'm fine."

"Blood does not imply that you're fine! It implies that you've been hurt!"

I shake my head. "I'm so sorry. It's my fault."

Scott shakes his head. "Matt being a crazy stalker is not your fault."

"Him hurting you because of me is."

/

I laid on the hospital bed with Scott. I was listening to the beating of his heart. His lungs filling with air.

"I could've lost you. That future, that we talked about, it was almost gone in a moment."

"You're stuck with me. Forever. I promise."

Lydia came charging into the room with Stiles.

"I'm so happy you two are ok," she said as she hugged us both tightly.

"Matt's out of surgery and he's on his way to a holding cell. He won't come near you two again," Stiles said. "My dad is escorting him personally."

I nod. "Thanks Stiles. I'm just lucky Scott's ok and that you came when you did."

Lydia nods. "We heard a gunshot and we called the police and ran over. I remember Scott's dad had a gun so I got it and went into overdrive. I'm just so happy that Scott and you are alive. I thought the worst when I heard the gunshot."

Stiles pats Scott's shoulder. "Glad you're not hurt too badly."

"You and me both," Scott said. "I don't get why I can't just go home. It's just a flesh wound."

I shake my head. "No, I want to make sure you didn't get an infection or you don't have a concussion. You're staying here till I know everything's is ok."

He kisses my forehead. "I'm fine. We're fine. Everything is fine."

Lydia then says "The police took Raffaele's gun."

"Better they have it than us," he said.

Stiles then says "Can I just say that Lydia looked badass with a gun? And Allison, punching Matt was totally badass."

"It's my fault Scott's here."

Lydia shakes her head. "No, it's Matt's fault. He's sick. He needs help."

Scott then says "So he should go to a mental ward, not a prison."

"He tried to kill us," I said.

"But he's sick. He needs help and he can't get that in prison."

I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. "I hate that you're right. I'll talk to the Sheriff and see what we can do."

"That's my girl. I'm glad you'd be willing to forgive."

"Only because of you. You're the only reason I'll talk about getting him help."

Lydia shrugs and says "I want him to rot in prison. If I'd known you'd ask to get him help, I'd have shot him at least once."

Stiles kisses the side of her head. "I love how much you care."

"I'm a little concerned with your craving for blood though," I said with a laugh.

My parents and Kate walk in.

"Are you two ok? Where is that son of a bitch," Kate shouted.

Scott shakes his head. "He's in custody."

"Scott was the only one hurt. Scott tackled him before he could hurt me."

My dad walks over to Scott and puts his hand on his shoulder, the one not occupied by my head. "Thank you for protecting my daughter."

"I'll always protect Allison. Always."

/

That night, Scott and I were drifting to sleep.

"I'm sorry about Matt," I said.

Scott grabs my hand and says "Don't. You didn't do anything except be your lovable self which is what made Matt come up with the delusion of you being his. He's sick. It's not your fault. I'm fine."

"So you still love me? Even though I've been nothing by trouble?"

"I love you more than anything and nothing, especially not Matt is gonna change that."