Allison could almost feel a twinge of guilt for cutting Scott out of her life...for cutting them all out of her life like severed limbs, but she knew that it was the right thing to do. It was still necessary—especially now, when anyone finding out would spark the same type of suffocating concern - as it had been when she woke up; in fact, it was even more necessary. She is not about to allow anyone to become even more protective on her behalf, as she does not know what would be worse: her father's suspicion, Scott's concern, or the rest of the pack tiptoeing around her and watching her as if she could die if she took a breath the wrong way. She is sick of always being protected and pampered; it is causing more harm than good, and she wishes that they could see that. She hoped they would stop coddling and protecting her.

Even though she can understand Scott's frustrations, she has her own. It is a downward spiral that leads directly to crap, and while she can understand Scott's frustrations, she also has her own. Allison makes a slight movement with her hand, her fingers pressing down on a couple of bruises that are starting to heal. They continue to hurt, which is a reminder from her own pressure, but she continues to exert more pressure until she experiences a dull pain that covers her like a blanket and is strangely reassuring.
She closes her eyes and focuses on the problem at hand for a moment before opening them to look directly at Scott. She pauses for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry I didn't answer," with a trace of regret in her voice. "I had things I needed to deal with, and I was a little tired of everyone "checking in" on me," she continues. She admitted it, but her tone also had an undercurrent of accusation.