"Rebirth in Darkness"

The world around me was a blur, a cacophony of sounds and sensations that I couldn't make sense of. I was trapped in a deep coma, my body broken and battered from the horrific burns that covered 100% of my skin. Wet bandages wrapped around me, a meager attempt to soothe the agony that seared through every inch of my being. I was blind, unable to see the world around me, my eyes scorched beyond recognition. My mind was a jumble of fears and anxieties, exacerbated by the severe autism spectrum disorder that made me hypersensitive to every stimulus. As I lay there, I couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment that had haunted me since birth. My father, the one person who was supposed to love and protect me, had abandoned me, leaving me to suffer at the hands of his cruelty. The memories of his abuse were etched into my mind like a branding iron, a constant reminder of my vulnerability. But even in the midst of this chaos, there was one person who brought me comfort. Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor and yakuza king. He was my rock, my shelter from the storm. I remembered the way he held me, the way he whispered words of love and reassurance in my ear. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I began to feel a sense of regression, my mind retreating to a time when life was simpler, when I was a newborn baby, dependent on my mother's love and care. It was a coping mechanism, a way to escape the overwhelming stimuli that threatened to consume me. Hange knew this, and he was determined to help me heal. He created a makeshift artificial womb, a warm and wet cocoon that mimicked the safety of my mother's womb. The hospital bed was transformed into a nest, soft and comforting, with a barrier of dragon magic that kept out unwanted eyes. As I lay there, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Hange played a recording of a mother's heartbeat, the gentle rhythm soothing my frazzled nerves. He gently patted my back, mimicking the loving touch of a mother's hand. His dragon magic worked its wonders, healing my burns, repairing the damage that had been done. But it wasn't just my physical body that needed healing. My legs, badly burned, had to be amputated, and now lay covered in warm, wet blankets, a poor substitute for the love and comfort of a mother's arms. Hange's shadow acted as a feeding tube, providing me with the nourishment I needed to survive. As I lay there, helpless and blind, Hange took on the role of caregiver, gently and slowly changing my diaper, wiping my butt, and putting on a new one. It was a humiliating experience, but with Hange's gentle touch, I felt a sense of trust and security that I had never known before. In this nest, surrounded by the soothing sounds and sensations of a mother's love, I began to feel a sense of rebirth. I was no longer the broken, battered victim of my father's abuse. I was a new person, reborn in darkness, but with a chance to heal, to grow, and to love once more. And Hange, my dragon emperor, was by my side, guiding me through the journey, his love and care the beacon that lit the way.