Lydia stared at the shattered pieces of the mirror for a moment, letting the glass fall around her, somehow avoiding being cut by some miracle or another. Then the sickness that had been welling up since she'd come in the room and seen Samuel on the floor hit and she made a dash toward the bathroom, hitting the floor by the toilet just in time to be violently ill, most of whatever had been left of the bikers leaving her system accompanied by heaving sobs.