Bruce shook his head with his mouth full again and grabbed a pad of paper and pen from the mess of his coffee table, "You need sleep, Steve." he wrote down something on the paper and then signed his name at the bottom, ripping the sheet off. "Go see Maria or Elizabeth. They'll recognise my signature and give you this medicine." he pointed to the name at the top of the paper. "It's a one-month supply and it won't mess with your current medications."