You sat in your open tent, your head in your hands as you clutched your hair. You knees wobbled as you took deep breaths, trying to compose yourself.

Spotting you, and knowing exactly what this is - from it unfortunately happening before - Dutch paces across camp.

Anxiety always happened to strike you at the worst times.

Dutch sat down beside you, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you to his chest. “Shhh, shh..” He gently cooed, trying to calm you.