"A Desperate Cry for Help"

Hange quickly got up and rushed out of the room, leaving Hanji to hold me in his arms. I was still lost in my memories, reliving the trauma of my past. Hanji's gentle voice was the only thing that kept me grounded, but even that was starting to fade away. Hange immediately called his mother, his voice shaking with worry. "Mother, I need your help. My girlfriend is... she's not doing well. She's severely traumatized, and I don't know what to do." His mother's voice was calm and soothing on the other end of the line. "What's wrong, Hange? What happened?" Hange took a deep breath before explaining, "She's in a state of regression. She's like a newborn baby all over again. She can't block out the sensory input, and it's too much of a pain for her." I could hear Hange's voice cracking as he spoke, and I knew he was on the verge of tears. "I... I don't know what to do, Mother. I'm trying to help her, but I don't know how. She's crying out in pain, and I'm crying too... I feel so helpless." His mother's voice was filled with compassion and understanding. "Hange, stay calm. I'll be right there. I'll help you take care of her." Hange weakly replied, "Thank you, Mother... I'll try to hold on..." As Hange waited for his mother to arrive, he returned to the room, his eyes red from crying. Hanji looked up at him, and Hange shook his head, feeling a mix of emotions: worry, fear, and helplessness. Hanji's grip on me tightened, and he whispered, "I've got her, Hange. I'll take care of her." But I was beyond consolation. The memories of my past were still flooding my mind, and I was drowning in a sea of pain. I weakly whispered, "Mama... scared..." The words had barely left my lips when Hange's face contorted in anguish. He fell to his knees beside Hanji, his eyes welling up with tears. "Oh, my baby... I'm so sorry. I'm here for you. I won't let anything happen to you." His mother's arrival was a blur, but I could sense her presence, her calm energy a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed me. She quickly took charge, her hands gentle as she examined me. "Don't worry, Hange," she said softly. "We'll get through this. We'll help her heal." But for now, I was trapped in my own private hell, reliving the trauma of my past. All I could do was cling to Mr. Whiskers and whisper, "Mama... scared..." over and over again, a desperate cry for help that seemed to echo through eternity.