**Beyond the Walls of Nightmares**

As I lay peacefully underneath the tent, the sounds of the night outside seemed to lull me into a deep sleep. The expedition to catch a titan had been a long and arduous one, but Hanji's squad had been doing well. And Hanji, my beloved girlfriend, had been by my side every step of the way. I felt safe with her, and my body relaxed into the sleeping bag, letting out a soft sigh. But my peace was short-lived. A nightmare crept into my mind, one that I couldn't shake. My abusive ex-boyfriend's face appeared, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I whimpered and cried uncontrollably, my mind regressing to a state of utter vulnerability. I was no longer a soldier in the Survey Corps, but a helpless infant, cooing and grunting in discomfort. Hanji noticed my distress immediately. She had been sitting outside the tent, keeping watch, and she rushed to my side. She saw the look of terror on my face, and her expression softened. She knew that I had a nightmare about my ex, and she gently wrapped her arms around my fragile body. As she stroked my hair and rocked me back and forth, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. But my body had other plans. My heart began to beat hard and fast, and I struggled to breathe properly. I whizzed hard, and my throat muscle spasmed, making it feel like I was drowning. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I had a severe seizure, choking on my own saliva. Hanji acted quickly, intubating me with an endotracheal tube. I was put into a medically induced coma, a state that made me extremely hypersensitive. The slightest change in humidity or temperature would wake me up too early, and Hanji knew it. She put a vibrating pad on my stomach, mimicking the feeling of moving inside the womb. But even with the vibrating pad, I began to show signs of premature awakening. I groaned in pain, cooing and grunting softly in discomfort and agitation. Hanji noticed my distress and stroked my hair, wrapping her arms around my fragile body. "Oh, you poor thing," she said softly. "You must be uncomfortable." As she held me close to her stomach, I felt a sense of warmth and comfort. But Hanji's hands soon moved to my swollen and distended belly, and she grabbed an ultrasound. She put a gel on my belly and pressed the transducer against my skin. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the image on the screen. I was pregnant, and not just with one or two babies, but with triplets. Hanji's face lit up with joy, and she wrapped her arms around me, holding me close to her chest. "Darling, you're going to be a mother," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. As I lay there, cooing and grunting softly, I felt my unborn babies kicking and moving around in my belly. Their tiny feet kicked my belly, and I smiled weakly, feeling a sense of wonder and joy. Hanji prepared everything I needed for the pregnancy, putting a sign outside our tent that read "No visitors allowed. Only medical professionals and Hange are allowed inside the tent. Vulnerable adult is awake from a medically induced coma too early, prematurely. They are heavily pregnant with triplets. They are hypersensitive and need privacy." But as much as we wanted to stay in this peaceful bubble, we knew we couldn't. We had to get back to Wall Rose, and Hanji began to prepare for the journey. She put in a central line IV in my neck, connected the endotracheal tube to an oxygen tank, and heavily sedated me. As we set out, Hanji manually pumped and squeezed my weak heart, making sure it beat properly. She gently wrapped her arms around my swollen and distended belly, protecting my unborn babies. We arrived at Wall Rose, and the medical professionals were waiting for us. Hanji continued to pump and squeeze my heart, but just as we were about to enter the delivery room, my water broke, and I went into labor. "Get her into the delivery room immediately," Hanji said, her voice urgent. "She's going into labor, and the contractions are getting strong." As we entered the delivery room, Hanji grabbed an ultrasound and put a gel on my belly. She pressed the transducer against my skin, and her eyes widened in concern. "One of the triplets is in a breach position," she said, her voice tight with worry. "I need to figure out how to reposition it." I groaned in pain, whimpering and crying uncontrollably as the contractions intensified. Hanji worked quickly, positioning the triplet and helping me give birth to healthy triplets. As I looked at my babies, I smiled weakly, feeling a sense of pride and joy. Hanji put them on my chest, guiding their mouths towards my nipple. They suckled, and Hanji gently kissed me softly and passionately. But for now, that's where the story will pause. What happens next?