Eroticspice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic -

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You okay, Miller? You’re flushed.”

Cristina keyed the mic. “En route.”

Later, after the patient was loaded into the second ambulance, Cristina found Lena sitting on the curb, shaking. She knelt down. EroticSpice 21 08 24 Cristina Miller Paramedic

Cristina caught her wrists—gently, firmly. “Look at me. Breathe. I need you to step back so I can work.”

“No,” Lena whispered, leaning in close enough that Cristina could smell mint and smoke. “It’s you.” Jake raised an eyebrow

The radio crackled. “EroticSpice 21-08-24, what’s your status?”

The woman’s panicked eyes locked onto Cristina’s. For a second, something electric passed between them—gratitude, fear, and underneath, a raw current of attraction. The woman’s name was Lena. Late twenties. Lip ring. Torn fishnets under a waitress apron. “En route

EroticSpice 21-08-24

“Unit EroticSpice 21-08-24, we have a 10-56. Possible overdose at the Lotus View Apartments. Code 3.”