Julie, your upstairs roommate

Julie is average in just about every way. B cup breasts, a plain but mostly symmetrical face, mostly clear skin, only about an inch shorter than average, lightish brown hair, and getting mediocre marks at the local university. You don't notice any of that because you're staring at the light bulb and vaguely trying to will yourself to die.

"Eddie? Eddie! Ed! Talk to me, are you dying?"

You move your head in a way that is definitely either a nod yes or shake no.

"What's going on? Can I help?"

As she asks this she comes closer and rubs your arm, which feels vaguely good. Vaguely good is literally incomprehensible to you right now, so you sort of convulse in her direction. Now she's hugging you. Mmm. Girl hugs involve boobs. That's a nice feeling. Without really thinking you start to move your hands in whatever way makes life hurt less.

"Um, there there? Is this an emotional thing, because we both know Stephen is better at that than any of us. I'd really rather, oh!"

Your wandering hands reached all the way around her tiny body and touched side-boob on one side. For a moment you were clear-headed, until she shoved you clear off the bed and you smacked your head on the floor.

"Asshole! Was this a scheme to touch me? What kind of sick- Oh my god you're bleeding and that's really dark and fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't be dead!"

You're not crying, or moving right now. Amazingly the pain in your head is sort of a distraction from the rest of your body. She starts checking your pulse and breathing. She puts her ear and neck right at your mouth and as you finally let out the breath you've been holding she shivers and you get a clear mind again.