<strong>Name:</strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena<br/><br/><br/><strong>"I'm sure you'll feel even worse before you get better. "</strong>he said, with a degree of sadness.<strong>"But, you're a strong woman. I can see that, even if you've lost sight of it. You'll see it soon enough." </strong>Their are some who may question how it is he can be so certain of this; in truth, he had no way of knowing.<br/><br/><strong>"You're not kicking me from my bed.  I'm choosing to give it to you. My house, my rules."</strong>He said this last bit half joking, half serious. He didn't think he'd get much sleep tonight, anyways; but even if he had intended to, he'd do fine on the couch, or hell, on the floor.<br/><br/>It was at that point that their would be a loud buzzer going off, from the direction of the small laundry 'room' which was actually more like a closet.<strong>"And that's my cue to put the clothes in the dryer." </strong>He said as he stood up, and moved past her to do exactly that.