[And Prior a shoebox, in which there are a number of premade holes.

Well, he doesn't go to grab it, he leans back further on the bed. Going to grab anything is still a production involving a cane. Speaking of which-]

His bruises are healed, mostly. His hands are better. And he's sleeping again. [Which means he's off whatever he was taking, though Prior doesn't know quite how. And this is what he assumes Miles means by how are you doing.] And I... need to find someone to get my leg back to it's old level of useless. The current situation is - forgive the irony - a step too far.

[Here's the shoebox, anyway.]

Make the handwriting recognisable.