"Rebirth in Darkness"

The darkness was absolute, a suffocating shroud that wrapped around me like a damp, cold blanket. I was lost, alone, and adrift in a sea of pain and fear. My mind was a jumbled mess of fragmented thoughts and memories, refusing to coalesce into anything coherent. I was aware of my own existence, but only just barely. The rest was a blur. As I drifted through the void, I became aware of a presence around me. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something else... something sweet and familiar. I tried to focus on the scent, but my mind kept slipping away, lost in the tides of pain. My body was a mass of agony, a twisted latticework of burns that covered every inch of my skin. I was aware of the wet bandages that wrapped around me, a cool, damp sensation that offered some small measure of relief. But even that was almost too much to bear. I was blind, unable to see the world around me. My eyes were empty sockets, voids that stared blankly into the darkness. I had no memory of how I had lost my sight, only the aching sense of loss that accompanied it. But I was not alone. A low, rumbling voice whispered through the darkness, a soothing melody that seemed to vibrate through every cell in my body. The voice was calm, gentle, and it spoke words that I couldn't quite understand. I felt a sense of comfort, of security, that I had never known before. The voice belonged to Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor and yakuza king. He was my rock, my shelter, my safe haven. I remembered the way he held me, the way he whispered words of comfort in my ear. As I drifted through the darkness, I became aware of a strange sensation. My body was surrounded by a warm, wet cocoon, a sensation that was both familiar and yet completely alien. It was as if I was back in the womb, safe and secure. But I wasn't in the womb. I was in a hospital bed, surrounded by machines that beeped and whirred. I was in a coma, a deep sleep that had been induced by the trauma of my injuries. Hange had created a makeshift artificial womb, a nest that would cradle me and protect me from the outside world. He had used his dragon magic to create a barrier around me, a shield that would keep out unwanted eyes. As I lay there, I became aware of the sound of a heartbeat, a gentle thud-thud-thud that seemed to pulse through every cell in my body. It was a recording, I realized, a clever trick that Hange had used to calm me down. But it wasn't just the recording. Hange was there, his tail wrapped around me like a breathing tube, his dragon magic working to heal my burns. I felt a sense of peace, of tranquility, that I had never known before. My legs were gone, amputated due to the severity of my burns. I was aware of the warm, wet blankets that covered my stumps, a comforting sensation that seemed to soothe my pain. I was hypersensitive, my senses on high alert as I lay there. Every sound, every touch, every smell was amplified, a cacophony of sensations that threatened to overwhelm me. But Hange was there, his gentle pats on my back a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. He was my rock, my shelter, my safe haven. And as I lay there, surrounded by the darkness and the pain, I knew that I was safe. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was home.