"When did I arrive? Only a minute ago. When did I remember my number? Early yesterday."

Carefully, he pulls the gauze away, and is surprised for a moment to see that the puncture is already closed. Well, that made things easier. He climbs to his feet, strips off the gloves, and crosses to the kitchenette, pulling out a saucepan and filling it with water, setting it to boil. Out of his pocket he pulls a cutting of athelas, made in haste and slipped into a bag. It's already bruised, but that doesn't matter much. He crushes the leaves further and drops them in the water, and the smell begins to fill the room. It will only get stronger.

Aaron finds his own head cleared by it; he looks down at Julien and feels his unease lessen and his resolve strengthen. This will not be easy, oh no, but it will be done. He kneels back down next to Julien and presses two fingers to the side of his neck, glancing down at his watch and counting silently. He'll need to check Julien's breathing and heartbeat by hand throughout this -- with the change Aaron guesses is about to take place, he doesn't have a portable pulse or respiration monitor that would serve for long.