"Rebirth in Darkness"

I'm trapped in a never-ending nightmare, surrounded by an ocean of pain and darkness. My body feels like it's on fire, but I'm too numb to move or even open my eyes. I'm not sure how I got here or what happened to me. All I know is that I'm completely at the mercy of my surroundings, and they're suffocating me. As I try to make sense of my situation, I realize that I'm lying on a soft, wet surface. It's warm and comfortable, but it's not enough to ease my discomfort. I'm aware of a gentle humming noise nearby, like the soft beeping of machines, but it's muffled and distant. My mind is foggy and disoriented, unable to process anything clearly. The last thing I remember is... my father. His angry face, his loud voice, and his cruel hands. I try to shudder at the thought, but my body doesn't respond. It's too damaged, too broken. My mind starts to wander, and I recall being abandoned by my father when I was just a newborn baby. The pain of being left behind, unloved and unwanted, still lingers deep within me. It's a wound that never healed, and now it's reopened, aching more than ever. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I hear a gentle voice whispering words I don't understand. It's soft and soothing, like a gentle breeze on a summer day. The voice seems to be coming from nearby, and it sends a wave of calm through my battered body. The voice belongs to Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the Dragon Emperor and Yakuza King. He's always been my rock, my shelter from the storm. I try to respond, but my vocal cords are paralyzed. Hange's hands gently touch my body, and I feel a surge of comfort. He's trying to help me, to soothe my pain away. I sense that he's carefully changing my diaper, wiping away the dirt and grime. It's a humiliating experience, but with Hange's gentle touch, I feel safe. The soft rustling of wet bandages being removed and replaced with new ones is like music to my ears. Hange's dragon magic is at work, healing my severe burns, covering 100% of my body. I feel his tail wrapped around me, acting like a breathing tube, supplying me with oxygen. My legs, or what's left of them, are covered in warm, wet blankets. I try to remember what happened to them, but the memories are hazy. I recall the pain, the agony of my skin burning, melting away like wax in a furnace. Hange's shadow looms over me, a comforting presence. It acts like a feeding tube, nourishing me with the nutrients I need to survive. His hands continue to tend to my body, his touch gentle and reassuring. As I lie here, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Hange's makeshift artificial womb, I start to feel a sense of peace. The hospital bed is transformed into a nest, a sanctuary from the world outside. Hange's dragon magic creates a barrier around us, cloaking us from unwanted eyes. The sound of a mother's heartbeat plays softly in the background, a recording that Hange must have made. It's a familiar sound, one that I associate with safety and security. His hands gently pat my back, mimicking the rhythm of a mother's heartbeat. In this cocoon of warmth and comfort, I start to feel my body heal. The pain recedes, replaced by a sense of numbness, a temporary reprieve from the agony. I'm grateful for Hange's love and care, for his unwavering dedication to helping me through this ordeal. As I drift off into a deep coma, I know that I'm in good hands. Hange will take care of me, will nurse me back to health. And in this artificial womb, I feel a sense of rebirth, a chance to start anew, free from the pain and trauma of my past. But for now, I'll just rest, surrounded by the love and warmth of Hange's nest, and let the darkness wash over me.