(Found on a piece of paper tucked under his cheek when Sam woke up the next morning, a blanket over his shoulders. The ink stained his cheek; he could read fragments of backward words in the bathroom mirror.)
You stress too much, Sam - Homework back then, research now. Push yourself too hard.
Working through the night. Passed out, head on the table. Think I'll let you rest.
Straight As then. No need To stress now. I trust you to Find a way, Sam. Sleep.