[Francis furrows his brows. Yes, he recognized the clear looking handwriting... his used to look something like that until one of his pulses screwed up his handwriting into some incomprehensible cursive scrawl. It made grading papers a nightmare.]

The damage could still be there, just slowed; that's my main concern for right now. But really, I can't visit my doctor? Just because I can't sleep? ...Is whatever force that is apparently after us really so attentive to a single citizen of the city with insomnia?