Shattered Innocence

Tears streamed down my face, hot and unrelenting, as I lay on the hospital bed, my body shaking with sobs. I couldn't stop crying, couldn't catch my breath, and couldn't process the horror that had happened to me. The world around me was a blur, and all I could think of was finding comfort, finding safety. My eyes scanned the room frantically, searching for a familiar face, a comforting presence. Hange's face was etched with worry and concern, but I couldn't focus on him. I needed someone else, someone who could make me feel safe, who could make me feel loved. My voice was barely audible, a mere whisper as I called out for the one person who could calm the storm raging inside me. "Mommy..." I whispered, my voice cracking with despair. Hange's expression softened, and he leaned in close, trying to comfort me. But I pushed him away, my hands flailing wildly as I searched for someone, anyone, who could provide me with the comfort I so desperately needed. "Mommy!" I cried out again, my voice rising to a shrill pitch. The hospital room seemed to spin around me, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of fear and pain. I was a lost child, scared and alone, and I needed my mommy to make everything okay. Hange tried to hold me, but I pushed him away, my eyes scanning the room for a glimpse of the one person who could calm my fears. As I lay there, crying uncontrollably, I felt like I was regressing, like I was losing myself in the trauma that had been inflicted upon me. I was a princess, a dragon's mate, but in that moment, I was just a scared, lost child, searching for a mother who wasn't there. Hange's voice was a gentle whisper in my ear, trying to calm me down, but I couldn't hear him. All I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears like a drum. I was trapped in a nightmare, and I couldn't wake up. The tears continued to flow, streaming down my face like a river of sorrow. I was shattered, broken, and lost, and I didn't know how to put the pieces back together again. All I knew was that I needed comfort, I needed love, and I needed my mommy. As the minutes ticked by, I slowly began to calm down, my sobs subsiding into sniffles. Hange's arms were still wrapped around me, holding me close, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was still searching for my mommy, still searching for a sense of safety and security that seemed to have vanished into thin air. The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the soft beeping of the machines and Hange's gentle breathing. I lay there, lost in my own world, unable to process the trauma that had been inflicted upon me. I was shattered, and I didn't know how to heal.