Rebirth in Darkness

The warmth of Hange's magic seeped into my bones, and I felt my body begin to relax, my mind slowly untangling from the knots of trauma. The beeping of the machines grew fainter, and the sterile smell of the hospital room receded, replaced by the scent of Hange's dragon magic. It was a smell I had grown accustomed to, a smell that reminded me of safety, of protection, of love. As I stirred, Hange's grip on me tightened, his tail wrapping more snugly around me, his hand cradling my head. I felt a surge of comfort, of security, and my mind began to open, like a flower unfolding its petals. I was aware of Hange's presence, of his love, and of his protection. I was home. The darkness began to recede, and I was left with a sense of fogginess, like I was emerging from a long, deep sleep. I was disoriented, unsure of where I was or what had happened. But Hange's presence was a constant, a reassuring anchor that kept me grounded. I tried to move, to shift my body, but a wave of pain washed over me, and I froze. My body was broken, battered, and bruised. I was aware of the bandages, the wet wraps that covered my skin, and the emptiness where my legs used to be. I felt a pang of grief, of loss, and Hange's grip on me tightened. "Shh, my love," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "You're safe. You're with me. You're healing." I tried to respond, to speak, but my voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. Hange's magic infused my mouth with moisture, and I swallowed, feeling a surge of relief. As I lay there, Hange began to sing, his voice a low, rumbling melody that vibrated through my body. It was a dragon's song, a song of healing, of protection, of love. The notes resonated deep within me, and I felt my body begin to respond, my cells repairing, my tissues healing. The song was hypnotic, and I felt myself becoming lost in its rhythm, my mind drifting on the waves of sound. I was aware of Hange's presence, of his love, and of his magic. I was safe, I was comforted, and I was loved. As the song continued, I began to see visions, fragments of memories that I had suppressed, hidden away. I saw my childhood, my parents, my struggles with autism. I saw the pain, the trauma, and the abandonment. But I also saw Hange, his love, his protection, and his magic. The visions faded, and I was left with a sense of peace, of calm. I knew that I had a long way to go, that my journey ahead would be fraught with challenges. But with Hange by my side, I felt a sense of hope, of optimism. I was reborn in darkness, but I was not alone. Hange was there, and he would guide me through the journey ahead. As the song came to an end, I felt my body relax, my mind calm. I was aware of Hange's presence, of his love, and of his protection. I was home, and I was safe. And in that moment, I knew that I would be okay.