Rhys managed to keep himself standing upright but couldn’t stop a grunt of pain from escaping his throat. He raised a hand to his forehead and pressed down hard.
The two who were nearby heard him and looked over.
“Chief, are you all right…?” the man asked hesitantly.
Rhys forced himself to let go of his head and answered past the crippling pain, “It’s nothing. Carry on.”
He walked off and used a deep-breathing technique to calm his roiling thoughts and emotions.
It took a while before he could get himself under control, but once he was far enough away from the tent—once he could distract himself from whatever it was that had triggered such an extreme reaction from him—the pain became more manageable.
Conscious that he still had his job to do, he took care not to let his mind stray n
