**Rebirth in Darkness**

I lay motionless, my body a canvas of agony, 100% of my skin scorched and charred from the horrific burns inflicted by the monster who was supposed to protect me - my abusive father. The wet bandages covering me felt like a damp shroud, suffocating me with every labored breath. My mind, already fragile from the severe autism spectrum disorder that made me hypersensitive to every stimulus, recoiled in terror at the cacophony of beeps, whirs, and murmurs that filled the hospital room. But it was not just the physical pain that I endured. The emotional wounds ran deep, a chasm of abandonment and neglect that had been etched into my psyche since I was a newborn baby, left to cry and fend for myself by my father, who had abandoned me without a second thought. The separation anxiety that gripped me was a constant reminder that I was alone, unloved, and unwanted. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind fragmented, unable to cope with the overwhelming stimuli that bombarded me from every direction. My severe autism spectrum disorder made me hypersensitive to every sound, every touch, every movement. The bright lights above me were blinding, the beeping of the machines a cacophony of terror. I was blind in both eyes, my vision lost to the flames that had ravaged my body. In a desperate bid to escape the overwhelming sensory onslaught, I regressed, my mind retreating to a state of infantile helplessness. I was a newborn again, lost and alone, unable to communicate or care for myself. My thoughts were a jumbled mess of babbling incoherence, a primitive language of coos and cries. In this state of deep coma, I was unaware of the world around me, unable to perceive the faces that hovered above, the voices that whispered words of comfort, or the machines that beeped and whirred in a symphony of medical technology. I was trapped in a world of darkness, a prisoner of my own fragile psyche. But I was not alone. Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor, and yakuza king, stood watch over me, his presence a steady heartbeat of love and protection. He had created a makeshift artificial womb, a warm and wet sanctuary that mimicked the safety of my mother's womb. The hospital bed was transformed into a nest, a haven of tranquility that enveloped me in a soothing cocoon of warmth and comfort. With a gentle wave of his hand, Hange conjured a barrier of dragon magic, a shield that protected me from unwanted eyes and intrusive stimuli. The nest was invisible, hidden from the world, as if it never existed. The only sound was the soft hum of a mother's heartbeat, a recording that Hange had carefully crafted to calm my fragile nerves. As I lay in this sanctuary, Hange tended to my broken body, his tail acting as a breathing tube, gently oxygenating my scorched lungs. My amputated legs, lost to the severity of the burns, were wrapped in warm, wet blankets, a comforting reminder that I was still alive, still loved. Hange's shadow acted as a feeding tube, nourishing me with a gentle, soothing touch. His hands were tender as he changed my diaper, wiping my butt with a soft, wet cloth, and replacing it with a fresh, clean one. It was a humiliating intimacy, one that I would have recoiled from in my right mind, but in my regressed state, I was oblivious, lost in the comfort of his touch. As I lay here, surrounded by the soothing sounds and sensations of the nest, I felt a sense of peace, a fragile tranquility that had eluded me for so long. I was safe, I was loved, and I was reborn, emerging from the ashes of my old self, like a phoenix from the flames.