Allison stood with Scott in the waiting room, they were both pacing around in a panicked state, "You two go home and get some rest." Melissa ordered, "Stiles is fine, they patched him up and he's going to stay the night coinciding how long he was out for."
"So he's going to be okay?" Scott asked.
"Yes and so is everyone else will," Melissa smiled for them both, "I'm staying here with Stiles's Father and your Dad Allison, Doctors' orders; John is on fluids, so I'll stay with Stiles tonight. Allison feel free to stay at ours, invite Lydia and Isaac if needs be; just go and rest." She ordered.
"Okay." Allison beamed, "Scott you get Isaac and Lydia, I need to talk to my Dad." She walked off, but stopped by John's room, she knocked; he looked up from his bed.
"Allison, how's the hero of the hour?"He asked.
"Stiles is the hero of the hour, all I did was help him." She told him, she closed her arms over her chest.
"That makes you a hero," he beamed, "you've helped him for a long time, haven't you?"
"I knew!" Allison exclaimed, "I knew you knew."
"I'm a not an idiot, I questioned him about it, but he always found excuses to hide it. I found the box recently, I hid it without him knowing, but he found it; he hid it somewhere new." He sighed.
"I thought I took it, he got really mad at me." Allison told him, "I got him to do it less, until he stopped entirely...then he-"
"Took my gun?" John asked with sadness in his eyes.
"He didn't-I stopped him." She said with teary eyes, "I protected him from the world, I made him stop!"
"And I am forever thankful to you." He said wiping the tears out of his eyes, "You fixed him."
"For how long?" Allison asked.
"As long as you have his back Allison, I think he's going to be just fine." He looked up at the crying girl, "Come here." She walked forward and she hugged him tightly. "Thank you."
"No problem, are you still worried about him?" Allison asked.
"All the time." Stilinski told her.
"Me too, but I'll keep him safe. I always will." Allison promised, "It's my job."