One minute Lynne was relaxed in his arms and the next minute, they were thrown into the bathtub. Despite his best efforts, Noah lost his grip on Lynne and hit the bathtub head on. His head cracked and he could feel blood pouring down his face. Before he had a chance to react, they were thrown in the other direction. The glass around the shower crumbled under all the movement and glass was raining down on them. He felt glass cutting him all over but there nothing he could do about it.
Noah felt Lynne grab him and he grabbed her too, trying and failing with flying colors to keep her from being harmed. They were again tossed into the tub and Noah twisted Lynne so her head wouldn't connect, but that didn't stop her back from slamming into the tub. Noah's shoulder got the brunt of his contact with the tub and he could feel that something was wrong with it.
They were tossed back into the cabinets, but Noah stupidly kicked his feet out and stopped their momentum into the cabinets with his legs. His already-injured leg gave a shout of protest and Noah knew he was going to be very sore. He'd managed to pull Lynne on top of him for that trip so she didn't get any new cuts from the glass.
Noah laid there, his breathing heavy and labored. He was tense, waiting for another roll of the ship to send them back into the tub. None came. He held Lynne for a few minutes longer, the silence eerie. He raise his good arm and swept her hair from her face. "Are you okay?"