Mitchell lay on his bed, gripping his temples as sharp, relentless pain throbbed in his head. The room was silent except for his uneven breathing. The pain was unlike anything he’d felt before, as if a hammer pounded inside his skull.
A knock broke the silence. He winced, choosing to ignore it. But whoever was outside wasn’t giving up. The knocking grew more insistent.
"Come in," he finally said, his voice low and strained.
Debbie stepped in, her expression shifting to concern as she saw him. "Brother Mitch, I’ve been knocking forever. Were you asleep?"
Mitchell straightened slightly, masking his discomfort. "No. I was in the bathroom," he said, his tone casual.
Debbie narrowed her eyes as she walked closer. "Are you sure you’re okay? You look... I don’t know, your face looks a bit fl
