Striker

*she wakes up and she looked around*

*Striker is nowhere to be seen. The room is silent, and she's alone. She can hear the sound of a clock ticking in the background*

*she healed her finger*

*He looks over at her, noticing how peaceful she looks. He feels a sudden urge to brush the hair out of her face, but he quickly shakes the thought away*

*Her breathing is slow and steady, as if she were asleep*

*He glances at her again and his gaze lingers on her lips. He shakes his head again and looks away, focusing on the road*