Sam had been helpless to save Vincent. He had been standing right there, right fucking next to Vincent when the monster had grabbed the man. Sam could have saved him. He [i]should[/i] have fucking saved him. The barricades they had been erecting, made of over turned tables, had splintered everywhere along with the glass. They were no longer safe. 
He couldn't stop his arms and legs from shaking. His stomach emptied its contents at his feet and he began to cry. Sam crumpled into a small heap upon the floor and he bawled. He could have saved him. 

Barb, who had been standing fairly close to Vincent as well, looked down at her stomach. A deep, sharp pain had erupted once the monster stopped moving. Her eyes widened and her hands came to clutch the piece of splintered table that stuck out of her abdomen. It didn't seem real to her until Valencia was running over. Barb fell back into the floor and she began to let out wails. Bob quickly joined the two and stuffed something into Barb's mouth - a spoon. "Bite down on it." He commanded before scanning the remaining people. Ruth had been a nurse turned alcoholic. 

The blonde woman was crying in the corner, sure that they were all going to die. "Snap out of it woman!" Bob yelled angrily as he hobbled across the room and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. "There is a woman that fucking needs your help, now go tend to her." Bob was just as shaken as the rest of them; it was never easy to see someone die. He let go of Ruth and went to check on Rowena and Joel. They still hadn't moved from their spots and Bob took it upon himself to comfort the woman. Sam wouldn't have been able to. 

Bob said nothing as he brought the woman into his arms and smoothed down her hair. "Go check on Sam." He said to Joel before turning his attention back to the woman. She was beginning to hyperventilate. "Take deep breaths." He said as he moved to rub her back in a soothing manner. 
Avery had a panic attack as well. Bob wasn't any good with panic attacks, he used to suffer from them in his younger years after he got back to the states. He watched Jeff comfort his brother and repeated the motions with Rowena. 

Sam was still crying as Joel approached him. "Sam?" The man said as he knelt down, mindful of the large amount of glass and wood that littered the floor. Sam didn't look up. "I could have saved him but I fucking stood here like a god damned-!" Sam punched the ground. It hurt and it was an outright stupid move but he couldn't help it. 

When Rowena calmed down enough the man moved on to see how Barb was doing. She was asleep and her wound had been bandaged but without the proper medical supplies she would be dead by morning. Valencia wiped her cheeks with the backs of her hands. "We can't stay here." She said, looking towards the window.