Lydia couldn't help but feel like it was her fault. If she had worked harder on this whole banshee thing, maybe she would have been able to sense this was going to happen and stop it. She couldn't be sure she would have been able to pick out the whispers about this girl over the endless droning and maybe if she had gotten here before it happened, she was just a banshee. Lydia wasn't a werewolf, she didn't have extraordinary strength or claws or fangs. Wandering into the middle of murder scenes could get her killed too, but Lydia wasn't thinking about that.
Right now, she was just glad Christine wasn't asking her why she was here. The last thing Lydia wanted to do was try to explain that the voices she heard lead her here because they knew someone was going to die or was already dead. She just didn't want Christine to blame her.
Helping to keep Christine steady, she started moving them towards the room Christine had indicated. Lydia resisted the urge to turn on any lights, not wanting to bathe this horrific scene in bright lights and making it seem all the more real. The metallic smell of the blood was already more than enough of a reminder of what happened.
"I'm going to call the police, okay? I'll be right outside and then I'll be right back in here, okay?"
She hoped that she didn't come off like she was talking down to Christine, but as much as Lydia was trying to keep her friend calm, she was trying to keep herself from freaking out too. The smell of blood reminded her of when she had woken up after being attacked and her entire room felt like it was full of that horrible acidic smell and this was the first time Lydia had ever seen a dead body that wasn't tucked carefully into a casket.
Looking at Christine, she reached out to hold her hand briefly before backing out of the room. She hadn't closed the door behind her, partly in case Christine starting panicking and partly to make sure she could still hear the blonde. The phonecall was shorter than Lydia anticipated, which was good because she was too panicky to want to stay on the line for minutes on end. The dispatcher really only took down the nature of the call, her name and the address, telling her there were officers coming immediately.
Once she had hung up the phone, Lydia make her way back down the hall to Christine. "They're sending someone," she said quietly, moving to stand by Christine. "When they're done, I'll just take you home with me. Is that okay?"