Scott runs again, runs to the fight, the fight which is killing his best friend, his pack, the girl(s?) he loves. He hears Stiles' heart beating sluggishly behind him, picking up as he clatters after him tiredly. Lydia's heels click after him.
He admires that about Stiles, the way he never gives up, even when he's exhausted and sick and getting sicker, Scott can hear it in the hitch of his breathing, the wet sounds when he inhales, the slow, sticky sounding thump of his heart. He sees it in the dark circles under his eyes, the pallour of his skin, the limp, reluctant movements he makes because he feels he has to.
He hears Stiles fall, behind him, and Lyda's footsteps stop too, so he carries on running to the surface, confident that Lydia will take care of him.
Some time later, he is desperately swiping with his claws, dodging Oni, when he hears a slick sound, interspersed with a metal sound. He spins aroud to face the noise, and sees Allison with a sword buried in her abdomen. The look on her face makes him feel like it is him being impaled on steel, instead. He catches her as she falls.
He will always catch her.
"I love you."
She dies in his arms, and he feels stupid for thinking they could get out of this unscathed.
She cools gradually in his arms, and he can't quite let her go.
If he lets go, it's real.
If he lets her go, she's dead.
He has caught her for the last time.