She was losing so much blood! Scott was panicking, trying to save Allison, trying to stop the blood from gushing out her wound.
It was all for naught: The wound was too deep and there was nothing they could do to save her.
"Allison..." He whispered, holding her close, sobbing as he tried desperately to think of a way to change the inevitable.
"Shh... don't cry. It's ok: It's perfect" She mumbled, panting from the pain the stab brought her. "I'm in your arms... my first love, my true love. This is the right way to go...
It's ok, Scott"
She was holding him back, yet her grip was soft, weak.
Allison was dying.
"There's got to be something I can do" He almost pleaded as if a miracle could suddenly happen. As if she was not close to her last breath "Allison, you can't die!"
She brushed her fingers one last time against him, before her hand fell back onto the floor. It was hard moving any longer.
"Allison?!" He asked as she closed her eyes for the last time. "Allison, wake up!"
But it was all for naught: Allison was long gone... and there was nothing that could be done to save her.