Yayyy this is taking time away from them looking for his mom yippeee.  (Or, plausibly having had time to, rather.  Obviously they can do whatever they want, and there isn't really a his mom to be found per se.)

They get him into an ER room but the psychiatric consult is delayed for reasons no one elects to explain to him so he has a wait.

He will do whatever they want him to.  Mostly.  Definitely that thing in particular.  He loves waiting around and, importantly, not being tortured.

If it's for more than twenty minutes he's going to doze off, but if it's for more than forty he'll wake himself back up with a nightmare.

In an hour, the psychiatrist is still not there, but Traceless is; he arrives with Cricket on his shoulder, takes a selfie with the nurse, and is shown to Julien's room. "Julien?"

Ughhhhhhhhhhh plot.  "Hello!"

"They wanted me to poke you to see if you're gonna be an esper, but as you probably already know the odds are -" Poke on the hand.

Holy shit.

Well, that was longer than he expected for the drugs to kick in.

"- wow, okay, points to your nurse, I guess."

He is going to burst into tears about this.

Oh dear. Does he... want a hug?? That's not weird, right, he carried him for a bit in the dungeon.

That's fine.  Cling cling cling cling.  Traceless - the thing that looks like Traceless - is going to get a little wet, not just from him crying but also from where he spilled a ton of water on himself; it's not had time to dry all the way.  It's -

- he feels okay, or on his way there, and he had forgotten, already, what that was like - it's like the water, earlier, only the relief is in his soul and he's not going to throw this back up -

(.....at least not as long as things stay within the bounds of the established premise -)

- but the thing is that it's a lie.  Things aren't okay, he's not okay, he's probably never going to be okay again.  Nothing is ever going to be okay again.

But he was already playing along to avoid the people running the show being mean to him, and he's happy to continue doing so while they're being - nice.  Cruelly nice - to him.  So:  cling.

"Traceless, there were some other people we also wanted checked -"

"Don't you have a healer?" Traceless says.

"She doesn't come out of her wing. It won't take five minutes -"

"Okay, uh, I don't actually know how far down from awakening I can get Julien with only what backlash I have on me right now but let's give it more than thirty seconds before I drop him to go poke more people for you, shall we, I can assure you awakening sucks."

"No that's fine!"  It's harder to do chipper while actively crying but he's going to try.  "You should get it out of the way."  He doesn't let go more than already having breached his face back into air to talk.

"...I could carry you? Maybe I'm overgeneralizing from my own awakening, I definitely wouldn't have wanted to be let go of, what exactly is going on with yours."

"I don't really know."  It's not obvious what his is supposed to be for playing-along purposes.

"Do you... want to tell the nurse that she can tell me what their guess is?"

"Sure."  He clonks his head back against Traceless, turned to the side this time so he can continue to talk.

Traceless picks him up and goes to the nurse and receives the rundown (something in the neighborhood of confusion and/or paranoid delusions!) and he props Julien on his shoulder and goes and pokes the other questionable patients (none of them are espers) and goes back to Julien's room to sit down with him again.

"So this is going to be a week and it's going to suck, we call it hell week for a reason. When'd it start coming on?"

He also doesn't know what this answer is supposed to be.  "Earlier today, I guess?  I'm not really sure."

"Okay. Uh, I can't look it up right now and I didn't bring a device Cricket could operate for me, do you have your phone or if I give you mine can you look up what there is to know about finding a compatible esper during awakening -"

"Mine is locked."

"...and you... would like it to stay that way?"

"Oh, I mean, I can't unlock it.  I can't get the fingerprint to work and I don't know the other way."

"Ah-huh. Well, I have mine." He unlocks it and manages to poke the search bar. "I think my post about it was titled something like 'espers don't make housecalls'."

Julien is capable of googling!  When provided with a phone that is not his own!