After taking your pulse and monitoring your brainwaves for a while she sighs, seemingly relieved. You sodding gonk, why do you keep doing this to me? I mean, you are by far my best customer, but do you think you have to prove something to me? If you keep staying this creative, I might need to name a specific complicated type of bone fracture or something after you. She chuckles without much joy. But Honestly, choom, you need to take better care after yourself. I mean I guess you must like being here, given how often you visit me, but continue like this and you will turn your brain to soup on your next gig...