Reake shakes his head. "You are not damaged Drake you are ill. I know you don't agree with me." One of the hardest things he had to do was to convince the ill that they are ill. A sick mind will often be unable to recognize how ill it is. "The blood we are working on. If you keep drinking from angels your thirst will eventually dry up." He writes a few more notes before he moves on to another topic. He doesn't like setting goals for his paitient, but in this case it was necessary. "Alright so I want you to keep a sleep journal. I want to know when you fall asleep, when you wake up, and a broef summary of whatever dreams you have. I also want you to write in and actual journal for a half an hour each day minimum. Whatever comes to mind." He says.<br/><br/>With that he is ready to get back on task with taking a history from his paitient. "Alright then. Let's pick up with foster care then. Please continue." He is ready to listen and take notes on the relavent points. He knows this can't be terribly easy for the vampire but a brief history will give him something to think about and help him understand Drake. Once he is done here he may go look at the record on the man in heaven's library.