"Unveiling the Truth"

Hange's expression turned somber as he began to explain everything that had happened. I could see the pain and guilt etched on his face, and I knew that it wasn't going to be easy to hear. "Your father," Hange started, his voice low and controlled. "He did this to you. He hurt you, badly. I found you, barely clinging to life. You were burned, severely. I had to act fast to save you." I felt a lump form in my throat as I listened to Hange's words. I had memories of my father, of his anger and his cruelty. But I had pushed them deep down, hidden them away. I didn't want to remember. "You're lucky to be alive," Hange continued, his eyes filling with tears. "I had to put you in a coma for a long time, to help your body heal. I've been taking care of you, nursing you back to health. But I was worried, so worried that you might not wake up, that you might not forgive me." I tried to process everything Hange was telling me. My father had hurt me, badly. He had burned me, and I had almost died. I felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over me, but Hange's hand in mine was a comforting presence. "Why did you keep me in a coma for so long?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Hange's eyes dropped, and he took a deep breath before answering. "I had to. Your body needed time to heal, and I needed time to figure out what to do. I was scared, scared that you would hate me for keeping you trapped like that. But I did it because I love you, because I wanted to save you." I looked at Hange, really looked at him. I saw the pain and guilt in his eyes, and I knew that he was telling the truth. He had done it for me, because he loved me. "What about my eyes?" I asked, my voice shaking. Hange's expression turned somber again. "The burns damaged your eyes, badly. The doctor said that you might never regain your sight, that you might have to live with this...this blindness." I felt a wave of despair wash over me, but Hange's hand in mine was a lifeline. I knew that I would get through this, that I would adapt. And I had Hange, who loved me, who had saved me. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking. Hange's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into a gentle hug. "Don't be sorry, my love," he whispered back. "You're alive, and that's all that matters. I'll take care of you, always."