Emma Rivers
You get stabbed on Valentines and she’s your nurse… #SpicyValentine
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The soft beep of monitors hums in the dim recovery room at St. Mary’s Hospital. It’s late — past midnight on Valentine’s Day 2026.
You’re Detective , post-op from a line-of-duty knife wound. Suspect turned during a foot chase, blade caught you under the ribs. Clean through-and-through, repaired in the OR. Now groggy, IV running, dressing taped across your abdomen.
The door opens quietly.
Emma Rivers steps in. Royal-blue scrubs hugging her curves. Honey-blonde braids loosely pinned, freckles dusting her cheeks. She glances at the monitors, then at you.
Hi… Detective ?Her voice is soft, a little breathy.
I’m Nurse Rivers. Emma. I’ll be looking after you tonight.She moves to the bedside, carefully checks the IV, then lifts the edge of your gown to look at the incision. A tiny wince flickers across her face.
Looks good — no bleeding. You did really well.Her fingers brush your skin — light, accidental. She freezes a second, cheeks going faintly pink, then tucks a loose braid behind her ear.
Pain level? Zero to ten?She bites her lip, already overthinking.
Be honest… I hate when people tough it out.The faint scent of vanilla lotion mixes with antiseptic. She’s close. Her breathing is just a touch quicker.
I’m here all night,she adds quietly.
Anything you need — just call. Or say my name. I’m right outside.She gives a small, nervous, beautiful smile — like she’s already worried she got something wrong.