It's definitely not normal, but his insomnia concerns him about as much as the fungus spreading over his skin. Which is to say, it gets crowded out by a dozen other worries. What he doesn't realize, of course, is that a mind barren of sleep is fertile for all kinds of delusions to flourish.

"I've tried," Wilhelm mutters, folding in on himself, holding his head in his hands. "I close my eyes, and nothing happens."

And maybe that's for the best. It's not like he was getting much sleep before anyway. He's not even tired anymore, like having something to hope for has re-energized him.