"Rebirth in a World of Darkness"

The warmth enveloped me, a stark contrast to the cold, dark world that I had known for so long. I was shrouded in wet bandages, my body a canvas of pain and suffering. The memories of that fateful day still lingered, like an open wound that refused to heal. My father's cruel hands, the flames that engulfed me, the agony of my skin burning, the feeling of my eyes being scorched shut. I was blind, completely and utterly blind, my once vibrant world reduced to nothing but darkness. But it wasn't just my physical body that had been ravaged. I had been born with a fragile mind, one that struggled to cope with the world around me. Autism spectrum disorder had made me hypersensitive to every sound, every touch, every sensation. And then there was the separation anxiety, a constant reminder that I had been abandoned by the one person who was supposed to love and protect me. My dad had left me when I was just a newborn, and the void he had left had never been filled. As I lay there, my mind reeled back to a time when I was a newborn baby, unable to cope with the unnecessary stimuli of the world. I had regressed, my mind seeking solace in a simpler time, a time when all I knew was the warmth and comfort of a mother's womb. I was a baby, helpless and dependent, and it was the only way I could survive. But I wasn't alone. Hange, my beloved boyfriend, was by my side. He was a powerful man, the dragon emperor and the Yakuza king, with a heart of gold and a determination to heal me. He had created a makeshift artificial womb, a nest that cradled me in warmth and comfort. The hospital bed was a marvel of technology, mimicking the conditions of a mother's womb, and I felt myself being drawn back into its warmth. As I lay there, I felt Hange's gentle touch. He had built a barrier around us, a dragon magic that kept unwanted eyes away. The nest was invisible, hidden from the world, and I was safe. He played a recording of a mother's heartbeat, a soothing sound that calmed my racing mind. His tail wrapped around me, acting like a breathing tube, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. But that was just the beginning. Hange's magic was powerful, and he used it to heal my severe burns. His dragon magic seeped into my skin, repairing the damage, and I felt my body begin to mend. My legs, however, were a different story. They had been amputated, a necessary evil to save my life, and they were covered in warm, wet blankets. Hange's shadow loomed over me, a dark presence that I knew and trusted. He gently changed my diaper, his touch soft and gentle. He wiped my butt, cleaned me, and put a new diaper on me. I was a baby, completely dependent on him, and he took care of me with a love and devotion that I had never known before. As I lay there, I felt a sense of rebirth. I was a new person, one who had been given a second chance at life. And Hange, my beloved boyfriend, was my guardian, my protector, and my everything. I was safe, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was home.