When there was nothing left she could expel, and the heaving had stopped, Lydia managed to flush the toilet before curling up on the cool tiles a little weakly, still crying softly, though she was trying to do it silently, feeling shivers running through her.
Eventually she pushed up to sitting, but rested her head on the side of the tub, pressed in the corner of the bathroom. She heard the murmur of voices, softly, but didn't bother to try and make them out. It wasn't Sylar's, and she...really didn't want to face them, to know what they knew, or...have to be strong right now.
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Date: 2010-11-14 09:01 am (UTC)Eventually she pushed up to sitting, but rested her head on the side of the tub, pressed in the corner of the bathroom. She heard the murmur of voices, softly, but didn't bother to try and make them out. It wasn't Sylar's, and she...really didn't want to face them, to know what they knew, or...have to be strong right now.