All day, Scout’s been so unbelievably anxious… He had no clue why, either. It was that kind of anxiety that didn’t have a reason, but clung on like a leech anyway.

It was afternoon by now, and he was on the verge of a panic attack. He’d been biting his nails, scratching his arms, tugging at his hair, and trying not to puke for hours, but nothing was happening…

“F-fuck… It’s fine, it’s fine! I’ll go on a run and it’ll be okay!” Scout exclaimed to himself, panting, his breathing shaky as ever.

But, his run didn’t help like it usually did. It only made things worse. Now, he was curled up in a ball under an awning, rocking back and forth and trying not to have a panic attack. He was sweaty, tired, thirsty, nauseous, AND anxious now. So many feelings were going on… He’d already puked once earlier that day, he really didn’t want to again.