**Beyond the Walls of Despair**

The sun was setting over the horizon as we ventured outside the walls, our squad on high alert for any signs of Titan activity. As a member of the Survey Corps, it was my duty to assist in the expedition, and I was accompanied by my beloved boyfriend, Hange. We had been together for a while now, and I had grown to trust him with my life. He was a skilled fighter and an expert in Titan combat. As we traversed the rugged terrain, our senses were on high alert, scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. Suddenly, a loud roar echoed through the air, and a Titan emerged from the distance, charging towards us. Hange quickly sprang into action, grabbing his 3D maneuver gear and preparing for battle. "Incoming!" he shouted, as the Titan closed in. I readied my own gear, but before I could even react, the Titan slammed into us, its massive fist sending me flying through the air. I landed hard on the ground, my world spinning out of control. The last thing I remembered was Hange's terrified scream, and then everything went black. When I came to, I was disoriented and in immense pain. I tried to move, but my body wouldn't respond. I was paralyzed from the chest down to my waist, unable to breathe properly on my own. A searing pain shot through my head, and I vaguely remembered feeling my skull shatter, exposing my brain. Hange's face was inches from mine, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," he muttered, his voice shaking. He quickly assessed my condition, his trained eyes taking in the extent of my injuries. "Severe internal decapitation," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Your C1 and C2 spinal cord is snapped in half." With shaking hands, Hange carefully inserted an endotracheal tube deep into my throat, connecting it to a ventilator. I was hypersensitive to temperature changes, and my diaphragm was completely weak. If I even moved an inch, my diaphragm would stop working, and my lungs wouldn't be able to expand properly. As Hange worked to stabilize me, my heart stopped multiple times, and he quickly performed CPR, his hands moving swiftly and surely. I was barely hanging on to life, and Hange's eyes pleaded with me to stay with him. Somehow, we made it back to the medical infirmary, Hange carrying me in his arms. As we burst through the doors, he shouted at the medical staff, "Prepare everything! The patient is in critical condition! They suffer from severe spinal cord injury and severe head injury!" The medical team sprang into action, and Hange quickly took charge, directing them with a confident authority that I had never seen before. With a few swift motions, he scrubbed in and prepared for emergency surgery. "There's no time to waste," he said, his voice firm and decisive. "We need to act now, or we'll lose them." The medical staff nodded, and together, they worked to save my life. I was wheeled into the operating room, Hange by my side, his hand holding mine as the anesthesia took hold. As the surgery ended, I was placed in a coma, my body fighting to heal from the devastating injuries. Hange's face was etched with worry, his eyes never leaving mine as the medical staff worked to stabilize my condition. And as I drifted into the darkness, I knew that my life would never be the same again.