Every tick of the hand on the clock made Ana grow anxious after the sun started to set. Her phone lay buried beneath the comforters in her room in an attempt to stop herself from blasting calls to everyone who had left to the forest.
A dull headache started to make itself more pronounced as she rubbed her hands together to warm herself. In a literal sense, she felt herself grow sick with worry. She curled her toes into her feet and pressed her face into her palms, taking deep breaths to get a grip over her restlessness. She wished to run to the forest herself to check if everything was okay, but she also wished to pass out so she wouldn't have to live through this anxiousness another second.
