<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elena<br/><br/><strong>"Okay."</strong>He says with a nod of his head, though he felt entirely uncertain how he's going to do this.<strong>"I want you to stay with me, here, for a week. No going anywhere without me, because that way, I can make sure you don't go taking anything, alright? But I'd much rather you just stay inside. I don't think you should be riding or working around cars."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"You can sleep on my bed. I'll take the couch. That way, I'll hear you if you try to sneak out. We could go and pick up some of your clothes, if you want, or you could just borrow some of mine. While you're here, I'm going to mix together some herbal teas and other health foods that will help your body to detox and heal, alright?"</strong><br/><br/>He walked towards the front door, and slid the deadbolt across the door. It was a noisy, cumbersome thing, and their was no real way to move it without making a lot of noise. He then turns to his left, and opens the door there, into the bathroom.<strong>"Here's the bathroom. If you need to go, if you feel sick, if you want a bath or a shower, this is the place to be. I keep clean towels in the cabinet inside.  I have special Clary sage and geranium oil bath salts, which smell nice, and are really relaxing for me. You can use them, if you want. It might help you to relax."</strong><br/><br/>Now, he's off to the kitchen again, and he becomes quiet out there. But, he's obviously making something; filling a pot with water and putting it on the stove, plus getting things from the spice rack.<strong>"I think it's a good thing I got my shopping in today. Got my package of things, too. I'm going to make you an herbal tea, to help warm you up. Might be a little on the nasty side, but think of it as medicine. It will help your liver to process and filter out all the junk in your body." </strong><br/><br/>He mixed together a few dried herbs, which he had actually purchased because he wanted to make herbal liquor, and ground them up very finely in an old fashioned, stone mortar and pestel. These he ends up adding, along with a bit of lemon juice and sugar, to the water as it starts to boil. The irony of what he intended to use them for, and what they were now being used to do, was not lost on him.<br/><br/>In a few minutes, the whole apartment, Elena will note, is smelling kind of like a garden.