Red's body continued to convulse on the ground, violent tremors running through his limbs as foam gathered at the corner of his mouth.
Outside the room, the heavy thud of his fall did not go unnoticed.
Peter had been nearby when the noise echoed through the tent. At first he thought Red had simply knocked something over, but the strange choking sounds that followed immediately made his stomach tighten.
He pushed the entrance flap aside and stepped inside.
The moment his eyes landed on Red, his face drained of color.
Red lay on the dirt floor, his entire body jerking violently. His muscles spasmed as if invisible strings were pulling them in different directions. Foam bubbled at his mouth while his eyes rolled upward.
"What the hell—?!"
Peter rushed forward without hesitation.
He dropped to his knees beside Red and grabbed his shoulders, trying to steady the violently shaking body.
"Red! Red!"
He shook him carefully, panic rising in his chest.
