Feeling the heat

Jordan's head was still pounding relentlessly, each throb feeling like an electric shock coursing through his skull.

He had never known pain like this before.

It wasn't just the intensity—it was the strange, foreign sensation, as though his mind and body were betraying him.

The world around him blurred and shifted, but his focus, despite the haze, was drawn inexorably to the club's entrance. He stumbled forward, his movements unsteady, barely able to keep his balance, but something pushed him to keep moving.

His feet dragged him closer to the door, his breath shallow and uneven, the pulsing music outside threatening to crack his skull open with its relentless beats. He couldn't back out now, even though every fiber of his being screamed for him to turn around.