One second, Noah was calm and collected, however clearly in pain and the next second, he was freaking out and he'd hit her - hard - and she'd been thrown back onto the floor, letting out a yowl of pain as she landed hard on the broken glass of the shower. What the fuck?!
Before she could reach over to hit him back and ask him just what the fuck he was doing, he'd scrambled to his feet and taken off out of the bathroom, just leaving her there. Lynne noticed every shard of glass that dug into her hands and knees as she managed to move and felt them, too, in her feet as she stumbled, wincing, out of the bathroom to follow him.
He seemed frantic, crouched down by the bed and looking for some unknown thing, bleeding and crying like a frightened child. It hit her then. Maybe he had post-traumatic stress disorder...
"Noah," she said, wincing as she rubbed absently at her shoulder where a disgustingly large knot had formed from where he'd hit her. "Noah!" She wanted his attention; wanted to snap him out of it, because she was already scared and he wasn't helping. But, she was too afraid to approach him. Seeing someone lose their shit in the movies was one thing, but having it happen right in front of her eyes was too much for her to take. Even racking her brain for the discussions on the support forums, she couldn't remember for the life of her what she should be doing to snap him out of it. Instead, she sank down on the floor just outside the bathroom and started to cry.