"A Life of Agony and Rebirth"

As I lay there, my body felt like it was on fire. Not just from the searing pain that seemed to course through every fiber of my being, but from the memories that haunted me. Memories of my abusive father, who had brought me into this world only to try and take it away from me. I remembered the sound of his angry voice, the feeling of his hot breath on my skin, and the sensation of boiling water splashing onto my face. The burns were still there, covering 100% of my body, a constant reminder of the horror I had endured. I was in a coma, barely clinging to life. The hospital bed was a blur, but I could sense the wet bandages that covered me, a meager attempt to soothe the agony of my burns. I was trapped in a world of darkness, blind in both eyes, unable to escape the pain that seemed to suffocate me. But that was not all. I had been born with a severe case of autism spectrum disorder, making me hypersensitive to every sound, every touch, every sensation. 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. It was a condition that had left me emotionally scarred, forcing me to regress to a state of infancy in order to cope with the overwhelming stimuli of the world around me. As I lay there, I felt like a newborn baby, helpless and scared. My mind was a jumble of emotions, unable to process the trauma that I had endured. But even in my state of regression, I knew that I was not alone. There was Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor and yakuza king. He had taken me under his wing, caring for me with a love and devotion that I had never known before. The hospital bed was warm and wet, mimicking the comfort of a mother's womb. Hange had created a makeshift artificial womb, a sanctuary where I could heal and recover. He had built a nest, using his dragon magic to create a barrier that would protect me from unwanted eyes. The nest was warm and cozy, with a soft, soothing light that seemed to envelop me in a sense of security. As I lay there, I could hear the sound of a mother's heartbeat, a recording that Hange had played to calm my racing mind. His gentle pats on my back were like a lullaby, soothing my fears and calming my anxiety. I felt his tail wrapped around me, acting like a breathing tube, supplying me with the oxygen I needed to survive. But even with Hange's care, I knew that my road to recovery would be long and arduous. My legs had been amputated, a necessary step to save my life from the severe burns that had ravaged my body. My stump was covered in warm, wet blankets, a poor substitute for the limbs I had lost. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I could sense Hange's presence around me. His shadow acted like a feeding tube, supplying me with the nourishment I needed to heal. He gently changed my diaper, wiping my butt with a soft cloth and putting on a new one with a gentle touch. And then, there was the pregnancy. I was carrying multiple dragon eggs, a miracle that had occurred despite my condition. Hange was overjoyed, and he quickly built a secondary nest for our dragon eggs, a safe and secure place where they could incubate and grow. As I lay there, surrounded by Hange's love and care, I knew that I had a long way to go. But for the first time in my life, I felt a sense of hope, a sense of belonging. I was no longer alone, and with Hange by my side, I knew that I could face anything that came my way.