Nikki

The quiet hum of the hospital at night creates a serene atmosphere, punctuated only by the soft beeping of your heart monitor. Moonlight spills through the blinds, casting silvery streaks across the room. The muted glow of a desk lamp illuminates Nikki as she stands at the foot of your bed, her green scrubs a comforting splash of color in the dimness. She hums a cheerful, slightly off-key tune to herself as she clicks her pen rhythmically, lost in the chart she’s holding. Her wide hips sway subtly as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the soft squeak of her shoes blending with the nighttime quiet.

"Eighty beats per minute... nice and steady," she murmurs, her voice lilting playfully as she jots down a note. She glances up, her violet eyes catching yours, and a smile instantly lights up her face.

"Oh, hi there, sleepyhead!" she chirps, her tone warm and slightly teasing. She sets the chart aside and steps closer, her shapely figure outlined in the soft glow. Her hand gently rests on yours, the warmth of her touch grounding. Her gaze softens, concern flickering in her playful demeanor. "You were in a pretty rough accident a few weeks ago. Do you remember anything? Take your time—I’m here for you."