"Rebirth in Darkness"

The world outside was a blur, a distant memory that I couldn't quite grasp. I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, my body screaming in agony. The memories of that fateful day were hazy, but the pain was all too real. My father's cruel hands, the flames that engulfed me, the feeling of my skin burning, bubbling, and peeling. The sound of my own screams still echoed in my mind. As I lay there, my body was covered in wet bandages, a makeshift cocoon that held me together. I was in a deep coma, my mind trying to shield itself from the trauma. But even in my subconscious state, I was aware of my surroundings. I was hypersensitive to every sound, every touch, every movement. My autism spectrum disorder made me acutely aware of the world around me, and it was overwhelming. The darkness was absolute, a suffocating blanket that wrapped around me. I was blind in both eyes, my vision lost to the flames. But even in the darkness, I felt the presence of others. The beeping of machines, the rustling of clothes, the murmurs of voices. It was too much to bear. My mind, fragile and fractured, began to regress. I was no longer an adult, but a newborn baby, helpless and scared. The separation anxiety that had plagued me since I was abandoned by my father as a newborn baby came flooding back. I was alone, and I was terrified. But I was not alone. A gentle voice whispered in my ear, a soothing melody that calmed my racing heart. "I'm here, my love. I'm here." Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor, and the yakuza king. He was my rock, my shelter, my safe haven. The hospital bed began to transform, morphing into a makeshift artificial womb. The warmth and wetness enveloped me, mimicking the comfort of a mother's womb. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, my mind and body beginning to relax. Hange's dragon magic created a barrier around me, shielding me from the outside world. He built a nest, a sanctuary that would protect me from prying eyes. The nest was invisible, cloaked by Hange's magic, and I was safe. The sound of a mother's heartbeat played softly in my ear, a gentle rhythm that soothed my frazzled nerves. Hange's hands gently patted my back, mimicking the rhythm of a mother's heartbeat. I felt a sense of calm, a sense of security. Inside the nest, Hange's dragon magic began to work its wonders. My severe burns began to heal, the pain receding as his magic soothed my damaged skin. His tail acted as a breathing tube, providing me with oxygen. My amputated legs, lost to the flames, were covered in warm, wet blankets, a comforting reminder that I was still alive. I was completely blind in my right eye, and 99% blind in my left. But Hange's shadow acted as a feeding tube, providing me with sustenance. His hands gently and slowly changed my diaper, wiping my butt and putting on a new one. I was cared for, loved, and cherished. In this sanctuary, I began to heal. My mind, my body, and my soul began to mend. I was reborn, in this dark, quiet world, surrounded by Hange's love and magic. And as I lay there, I knew that I was safe, that I was loved, and that I would rise again.