Why hold back? Absolutely everything.

"I, Ed Joshua Cook, hereby give both my computers, all of my programming work, my artwork, my instruments, and $948 cash to Julia Leah in appreciation for her help to try to save my life."

There's silence, and she starts to move again until you react.

"The fuck, Eddie. What do you have left? You know I sent that to all our housemates and my brothers? I'm pretty sure that was binding."

"If you don't help me it'll just go to my next of kin, and if this works and you decide to be an asshole and not give anything back... well let's just say I'm not very concerned with this tiny stuff."

"Tiny? You've been working on some of those projects for ten years."

"Tiny. The weirdness is life-changing in a great way if it doesn't kill me."

"Are you sure that's not blood loss?"

"Totally. Though let's get on with this before it is."

Her response is to put your hand at the other side of her neck and stuff a pillow on your face.

"Hmm. Not as good with fingers. Or..." You switch sides of her neck for your feather touches. "Your neck sensitivity is asymmetrical."

"You're starting to convince me that something is going on. I didn't even know about the spot-" She shivered again. "Mmm. Right there."

I can't believe I'm letting gross Eddie get me wet like this. His story better be good or I'm keeping at least the cash.

A cursory sweep of what you can reach with your other hand doesn't really do anything. You go back slowly and touch her neck just barely enough to keep your brain from breaking.
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