seeing you get seriously injured;You clutched your stomach in pain, before slowly falling down onto the floor. Sobs were located in your throat, tear feared to fall from your eyes; you wanted to be strong for one final time – you wanted Scott to be strong also, but he could dare to think.
"Y/N!" Scott shouted before crouching down to take you in his arms, "Y/N, please don't go. Please I need you. I love you".
You kept shaking you head, raising one of your shaken hands and placed it on the side of his face, "and I love you too. I'll be okay"
Scott nodded weakly, "you'll be okay"
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I am so sorry that I started this of with a sad imagine. I am sorry.