Jamal stirred the broth in the pot one last time, before turning off the stove and he turned a portion of the herbal broth into the bowl on the countertop.
"Come on man, you need to wake up." Jamal called, walking into Torak's room with the broth. He placed it on the bedside table before moving to help Torak sit up, who immediately scrunched up his nose at the awful smell of the broth. Jamal sets a pillow behind Torak's back to help seat comfortably before grabbing the bowl and he scoops some of the herbal broth.
"That smells so bad." Torak murmurs, with eyelids half opened while he turned his face the other way.
"You've been saying that for the last three days, but you have to eat, though. It's the only thing helping your situation right now, which isn't getting any better." Jamal c
