**Burned and Forgotten**

The memories of that fateful day were etched into my fragile mind like a cruel curse. I remembered the sound of my father's enraged voice, the feeling of intense heat on my skin, and the searing pain as boiling water splashed across my face. I was just a child, defenseless and innocent, yet my father's cruelty knew no bounds. The burns were catastrophic, covering 100% of my body, and I was left fighting for my life. As I lay in the hospital bed, I was surrounded by the beeping of machines and the sterile smell of antiseptic. But it was a blur. I was barely conscious, my mind clouded by the excruciating pain and the trauma of my ordeal. My body was a mess of wet bandages, and I was completely blind in both eyes, unable to see the world around me. But that was not all. I had been born with severe autism spectrum disorder, making me hypersensitive to every sound, touch, and smell. The hospital environment was overwhelming, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of stimuli. And to make matters worse, I suffered from severe separation anxiety, a result of my father's abandonment when I was just a newborn baby. His rejection had left a deep scar, and I often found myself regressing to a younger state, seeking comfort and security. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I became aware of a gentle presence around me. Hange, my beloved boyfriend, was by my side. He was the dragon emperor, a powerful and feared figure in the underworld, but to me, he was my guardian, my protector. He had taken on the role of caregiver, and I was grateful for his love and support. Hange's voice was soothing as he whispered words of encouragement, his breath warm against my ear. He had created a makeshift artificial womb around me, a nest of sorts, using his dragon magic to mimic the warmth and security of a mother's womb. The hospital bed was transformed into a cocoon, warm and wet, just like the womb I had never known. As I lay there, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Hange's dragon magic created a barrier around us, protecting me from unwanted eyes and intrusions. He played a recording of a mother's heartbeat, a steady beat that seemed to lull me deeper into relaxation. His tail wrapped around me, acting like a breathing tube, and I felt a sense of peace. But my injuries were severe, and I had lost both legs to the burns. They were covered in warm, wet blankets, a poor substitute for the limbs I had lost. Hange's shadow acted as a feeding tube, and he gently and slowly changed my diaper, wiping my butt and putting on a new one with tender care. As I lay there, I felt like a newborn baby, helpless and dependent on Hange for everything. He was my everything, my rock, my shelter. And as I drifted off into a deep coma, I knew that I was safe, protected by the dragon emperor's love and care. But for how long? Only time would tell.