Oliver quickly snatched Perla away from Ira, but by that point, she was already descending into a whirlwind of panic that triggered a seizure. Her body began to convulse uncontrollably, limbs thrashing about wildly, while her head shook side to side in a frantic dance. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, and a vacant expression settled on her face, her eyes clouded and unfocused. Gradually, her movements shrank into tiny tremors, only to erupt again into more intense, larger shakes.
Oliver dashed over to a patch of soft, dried grass, carefully laying Perla down with the utmost gentleness. He then took a soft cloth and placed it in her mouth, which she instinctively bit down on.
"Someone, please, get me a small fire right here, and do it fast!" He gestured to a nearby spot, ensuring it was far enough from Perla to keep her safe.
