"Fractured Existence"

As I trudged through the desolate landscape outside the walls, the crunch of gravel beneath my boots was the only sound that broke the eerie silence. The sun beat down on us, casting long shadows across the barren terrain. I was part of the survey team, tasked with scouting out the surrounding area for any signs of titan activity. The squad was on high alert, our senses heightened as we moved through the unknown. Hange, my boyfriend, walked beside me, his eyes scanning the horizon with a mix of caution and curiosity. I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort with him by my side. We had been through countless expeditions together, and I trusted him with my life. Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the air, and the ground shook beneath our feet. Titans emerged from the distance, their massive bodies barreling towards us with unrelenting speed. The survey team sprang into action, but we were vastly outnumbered. I tried to run, but it was too late. A titan's massive fist crashed into me, sending me tumbling to the ground. I felt a searing pain in my neck and head, and everything went dark. When I came to, I was disoriented and groggy. Hange's face hovered above me, his eyes filled with a mix of panic and concern. I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. A wave of terror washed over me as I realized I was paralyzed from the chest down. Hange's face contorted in anguish as he took in my condition. My skull was shattered, exposing my brain, and my face was disfigured beyond recognition. He gently placed an endotracheal tube deep into my throat, connecting it to a ventilator. I was hooked up to various machines, beeping and whirring around me. As we made our way to the medical infirmary, my heart stopped multiple times. Hange's face was etched with desperation as he performed CPR on me, his hands compressing my chest in a futile attempt to revive me. I was barely clinging to life. Finally, we arrived at the infirmary, and Hange rushed to alert the medical staff. "Prepare everything! The patient is in critical condition! They suffer from severe spinal cord injury and severe head injury!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with urgency. The medical team sprang into action, and Hange immediately took charge. He began prepping for surgery, his hands moving with a precision that belied his shaken state. I was wheeled into the operating room, and the next thing I knew, I was being sliced open. The pain was indescribable, but I was too weak to even flinch. After what felt like an eternity, the surgery ended, and I was placed in a coma. Hange gently wrapped a warm, wet blanket around my fragile body, mimicking the comfort of a mother's womb. As I slipped into the depths of unconsciousness, I was aware of Hange's presence beside me, his hand holding mine in a tight grip. I was trapped in a prison of my own body, unable to move or communicate, a prisoner of my own fractured existence. The ventilator beeped steadily, keeping me alive, but I was locked in a world of my own, unable to escape. The only thing I could do was wait, wait for a chance to reclaim my life, to rediscover myself in this broken, shattered body. And so, I waited, lost in the darkness, with Hange by my side, holding on to hope, and praying for a miracle.