"I didn't...I didn't mean it at all." Noah was almost frantic with wanting her to believe him. He looked down at his hands, embarrassed. "I have flashbacks. I am usually careful to stay away from triggers. And of course I have medication that I take. I took it today...I did. I guess it was being thrown around, the blood, the glass..." Noah trailed off. He was exhausted, as he always was after a flashback. He sat against the bed and leaned his head back, swallowing hard. His eyes slid closed, but he wasn't sleeping. He just wanted to appear calm, hoping it would calm Lynne as well.