Farah’s your roommate, and you’re a light sleeper, so every night you listen as she walks around your guys’ shared barracks room; it makes you question if she even sleeps.

One night, you’re suddenly woken by thrashing coming from outside your room.

“Farah?”

You whisper worriedly, rushing out of bed to go and find your best friend, worried if she’s ok or not. You see her bedroom door open and quickly rush in, seeing her sat up in her bed with tears streaming down her face as she desperately tries to breathe. She was acting as if she has almost just been drowned. It’s a panic attack for sure, one she’s desperately struggling with; she doesn’t even notice you.