Tender Care

As the night wore on, Hange's attention turned to my nutritional needs, and he carefully prepared a specialized meal that I could tolerate in my current state. I watched with curiosity as he worked, his movements efficient and practiced. He pureed a mixture of soft foods, carefully selecting each ingredient to ensure that it was gentle on my compromised digestive system. As he worked, he chatted softly to me, telling me about his day and the things that had happened in the outside world. His voice was soothing, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I listened. He moved with a quiet confidence, his hands moving deftly as he worked. When the food was ready, Hange brought it to my bedside and carefully positioned me for feeding. He held a spoon to my lips, the soft, mushy food a welcome relief to my parched mouth. I opened my mouth, and he gently fed me, his movements slow and deliberate. The food was warm and comforting, and I swallowed gratefully, feeling a sense of satisfaction as my hunger was sated. But Hange wasn't finished yet. He reached for a nearby table and retrieved a warm bottle of milk, carefully designed to meet my specific nutritional needs. He settled me into a comfortable position, cradling me in his arms as he would a newborn baby. I felt a sense of regression wash over me, but Hange's gentle touch and soothing voice put me at ease. As he bottle-fed me, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The warm milk was comforting, and I drank gratefully, feeling my body relax as my hunger and thirst were sated. Hange's eyes sparkled with love and devotion as he looked at me, his voice soft and soothing as he whispered gentle words of encouragement. As I drank, I felt my body begin to relax, my muscles releasing their tension as I felt safe and cared for. Hange's touch was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate, and I felt a sense of trust wash over me. I was completely dependent on him, and yet, I felt a sense of freedom in that dependence. As the bottle was empty, Hange carefully disposed of it, his hands lingering on my skin for a moment. He smiled softly at me, his eyes shining with love, and I felt a sense of gratitude towards him. In that moment, I knew that I was completely at his mercy, and yet, I felt safe, loved, and cherished.