Dearest Isaac,
I have contemplated on writing and sending this letter to you for a while now, but, given my current conditions, I may as well write it now while I still have the strength in me. You know how the medical staff are; zealous with their duties. It took me about half an hour to convince one of the interns to give me a pen and paper. Kept talking about how I needed to focus on myself first before my duties. He can suck it for all I care. I can finally tell you what been on my mind for the past few weeks.
My condition, for one, is mostly stable. The early days have been tough as you already know. I still can't walk though and it's been annoying. Most of the time it's the same cycle of waking up, medical examinations, meals, baths, and the respite of sleep. I wish the medical staff gave me something to do so I don't lose my mind over the monotony of it all (you can already tell it's taken its toll on me) but no because it would "strain and tire my mind more than it already is." Bullshit.
Secondly, how are you adjusting to your new position? I imagine you rolling your eyes at that question. Whether you like it or not isn't a mystery to me because of the sort of person you are, Isaac, even before we formally met (I'm sure you can piece together the details: files and all. I'm beginning to lose steam here.)
And lastly, I hope you're doing well. Job as the Site Director is tough, I know that, but I hope you remember that you don't need to shoulder all the weight. There is just so much I just can't put into words; but I want to get this clear to you, Isaac. There will always be someone to love you.
Yours Forever, Until the End of Time,
Jacobs
