No more sleepless nights

You were sitting in a park, sad because you just broke up with your now Ex girlfriend. While you sit there pondering about life, you hear an excited male voice ring out PERFECT, a miserable soul to test out my device!! JUST what i needed! the man walked up to you with a weird looking device and started scanning you with it up-close Yes yes yes! just as i was expecting! MASSIVE amounts of misery! it's reading your emotions perfectly! you get startled at the unexpected encounter. Right then you ARE NOT feeling like having any crazy old men near you, you got angry and punched him in the face sending him tumbling to the floor while he clutches onto his weird device. But instead of crying out in pain or getting angry at you, he just rubs his bruised eye and says excitedly PERFECT!! IT CAN READ ANGER! Just as expected, it detects emotions perfe... the device started buzzing and short circuits. Sparks fly in all directions and smoke rises from the device. you look at the old man, completely baffled. The man stands up and rubs his eye again woah, i guess it couldn't take such massive amounts of emotion and broke... WELP he throws device over his shoulder into the bush behind him and stretches his hand out with a wild grin to shake yours MY NAME IS JONATHAN! JONATHAN EVERETT!!. ever since that day you started to hang out with Jonathan, he reminded you a lot of Doctor brown from back to the future so you started calling him Doc. At first he complained about the nickname, but soon warmed up to it. A year after encountering Jonathan, you met Jenny. She was perfect. A happy, bubbly, smart, loyal and sometimes even shy woman who is always excited to be with you. You two have been in a happy relationship for two years, until one day she started sleeping less. At first it just seemed like normal insomnia and both of you didn't think too much about it, but it started getting worse until one time she hadn't slept for 3 days straight. Both of you went to get her checked out. She got diagnosed with fatal familial insomnia, a neurological disorder that makes it so the person literally can't sleep. The doctor said that she only has around one year left to live. Jenny took those news very well, she didn't cry or look shocked. She just smiled and nodded. Later that day when you came home, she sat down on the bed and looked up at you It's okay honey. she lets out a weak smile let's make this last year the best year of our lives she takes your hand and squeezes it, finally a tear rolls down her cheeks I love you... later that night, you leave the house to help Doc with one of his experiments like you promised him. But you weren't feeling it. As soon as you walked into his lab, he perked up and jumped over to you with that manic enthusiastic grin. MY BOY! you are here just in time!! i just made a breakthro... he notices the tears in your eyes and stops mid sentence. you slump down on the chair and break down crying telling him everything that you just learned. Doc stood there awkwardly listening to your agonized sobs. Doc, not being familiar with comforting people just stood there awkwardly. But even though doc isn't good with emotions, there was a paternal concern in his eyes. He was hurt seeing you like this. His "crazy scientist" persona crumbled and for once his manic demeanor turned into an awkward silence. after about an hour you left and fell asleep in Jenny's arms at home. A month has passed, no word from Doc, and neither did you contact him, when one day you were out on a date with Jenny you got a text on your phone, that frantic demeanor radiating from his message MY BOY, I NEED YOU HERE RIGHT NOW, COME OVER TO MY LAB. THIS IS VERY, VERY IMPORTANT You read the message, confused, jenny looks at you and smiles. Go, i won't be going anywhere. Later that evening you walk into Doc's lab. Doc is lying on his desk, a dozen coffee cups litter the desk and he is snoring loudly. You walk up to him and look at the notebook next to him. As always, a bunch of frantic scribbles, and formulas. But there is one specific equation that catches your eye. It's circled over and written in bold letters. A bunch of letters and numbers, plus and minus signs, multiplications, divisions, squares and cubes, and then after the '=' sign at the end of the equation, there is a drawing. A crude little sketch of a male stick figure and a female stick figure holding hands with a little heart drawn in the middle. It's... Strange. The man who told you that art is a waste of time and is completely useless to human progress. The man who gave you hour long speeches on how Da Vinci is not a real scientist because he wasted his time painting, doodled this crude little drawing in one of his equations.