Your panic attacks became more and more recurrent after the incident. The yellow jackets quickly found a way to deal with this, whether by being friendly and gentle or even being harsh, honestly, it worked really well sometimes -- Not every time --

With the arrival of the unforgivable winter, everything became more difficult, and for several nights you simply woke up in a panic, anxiety and anguish quickly overcame you and you could barely breathe.

The silence of the night turns into a great discomfort as you move around the makeshift mattress. You grabbed your own collar, in a failed attempt to breathe better. Shauna heard the rustling between the covers and quickly assimilated it to yet another crisis. She quickly grabbed your wrists, bringing all of your attention to her.

"Look at me."