Wash you got more scars than good sense, a heap'n help'n of PTSD and triggers that range from combat to medical and more grey hairs than anyone your age really ought to have. You're a man in his prime with stress levels of a grad student in finals week.

[ He flips the tricorder closed and sets it aside, leaning forward to level with him. ]

This ain't just the most recent exhaustion catch'n up to you that I'm try'n to treat, Wash. This is an extended cycle of hyperactivity, injury, and stress I'd expect from a man that's spent the past two decades in a warzone that I'm try'n to level out. And sure, the war ain't over, we got a whole new set of things to keep us up at night and leave us twitchy, but if you don't recover from the past however the hell long you've been liv'n like this? You are gonna burn out before we get to anything here.