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lukeoutbelow2015-01-11 09:22 pm
espigeonage) wrote in lukeoutbelow2015-01-11 09:22 pm
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Julien had been feeling unwell for a couple of days. He'd spent all of yesterday in, doing nothing much but sleep and eat, feeling hungry almost constantly. Putting away the detritus left behind by that seemed unusually difficult. He had to leave some wrappers where they lay, and couldn't focus to cook, and that thing kept happening, where it was like he couldn't remember how to move his face, and somehow his resting expression was a Mona Lisa look.
He'd wanted to think he was just sick. It didn't happen much at all, his body wasn't used to it. But on some level, he knew. It was in the occasional paralysis of his face, and the thick warm feeling in his sternum, and the way both his hips clicked when he stood up.
So in a way it wasn't a surprise when he woke and that feeling was pressing out, hot and throbbing and painful, getting worse as he pressed his wing against his chest. It was a surprise when he tried to get up, and fell. He'd wanted, when he thought about this day coming, to do it alone, but he couldn't manage to heat water or pick athelas. It hurt. Eventually he couldn't take it. He had to call for help.
He'd wanted to think he was just sick. It didn't happen much at all, his body wasn't used to it. But on some level, he knew. It was in the occasional paralysis of his face, and the thick warm feeling in his sternum, and the way both his hips clicked when he stood up.
So in a way it wasn't a surprise when he woke and that feeling was pressing out, hot and throbbing and painful, getting worse as he pressed his wing against his chest. It was a surprise when he tried to get up, and fell. He'd wanted, when he thought about this day coming, to do it alone, but he couldn't manage to heat water or pick athelas. It hurt. Eventually he couldn't take it. He had to call for help.
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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.