Rebirth in Darkness

The world outside was still a distant memory, a faint hum that I couldn't quite tune into. But inside the nest, I was alive, my senses slowly coming back online. Hange's dragon magic was a gentle warmth that seeped into my bones, a soothing balm that calmed my frayed nerves. His hands, strong and sure, cradled me, supporting my fragile body. I felt his heartbeat, a steady drumbeat that synchronized with mine, and I knew I was not alone. As I lay there, I began to notice the subtleties of Hange's presence. His scent, a mix of smoke and spice, filled my nostrils, and I felt a pang of comfort. His breath, warm and gentle, caressed my skin, and I shivered with delight. I was hypersensitive to every touch, every movement, but with Hange, I felt safe. The nest, a sanctuary of darkness and silence, was a womb-like space that shielded me from the outside world. I was cocooned in a world of my own, a world of dreams and nightmares, where Hange was my only reality. His voice, a low rumble, whispered sweet nothings in my ear, and I felt my heart respond. But even as I basked in the warmth of Hange's love, I was aware of the shadows that lurked outside the nest. The hospital, a sterile and unforgiving place, was a reminder that I was not yet free. The machines, beeping and whirring, were a constant presence, a reminder that I was still recovering. Hange's dragon magic, sensing my unease, intensified. The nest grew warmer, more secure, and I felt my anxiety recede. His tail, a gentle breeze, stroked my skin, and I shivered with pleasure. His hands, strong and sure, changed my diaper, cleaned my body, and fed me. I was cared for, loved, and cherished. As the days passed, or what I assumed were days, I began to feel a sense of growth. My body, still fragile, was healing. My mind, still foggy, was clearing. I was aware of Hange's presence, his love, and his magic. I was reborn, in this dark, quiet world, surrounded by his devotion. But even as I healed, I was aware of the world outside. The hospital, a place of sterile smells and beeping machines, was a reminder that I was not yet free. The flames, a memory that still haunted me, were a reminder of what I had lost. My vision, lost to the inferno, was a reminder that I was not whole. Hange, sensing my unease, wrapped his arms around me. His dragon magic, a soothing balm, calmed my nerves. His voice, a gentle whisper, reassured me. "You're safe, my love. You're safe with me." In that moment, I knew I was. I was safe, I was loved, and I would rise again. The darkness, a suffocating blanket, was slowly lifting. The world, a blurry memory, was slowly coming into focus. And Hange, my beloved, my rock, my shelter, was there to guide me every step of the way. As I lay there, cocooned in the nest, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I was reborn, in this dark, quiet world, surrounded by Hange's love and magic. And I knew that when I emerged, I would be new, renewed, and reborn.