A Night of Turmoil

The darkness outside seemed to seep into the room, creeping into every corner, as if trying to suffocate us. Hange's arms were my only anchor, my only sense of security, as I trembled in his grasp. His warmth, his scent, his gentle voice were all I could cling to as my fever spiked and my senses went into overdrive. As he tried to calm me down, I could sense his own exhaustion, his own weariness. His breathing was labored, his heartbeat slow, and I knew he was struggling to keep me calm. But he didn't let go, didn't falter, and for that, I was grateful. Somehow, he managed to get me onto the bed, and I felt the softness of the sheets beneath me, a gentle respite from the chaos that was my mind. Hange lay down beside me, his arms still wrapped around me, holding me close. As I lay there, I began to feel a sense of calm wash over me, a sense of security that came from being close to Hange. My fever began to recede, my senses began to calm, and I felt my mind begin to untangle, just a little. But just as I was starting to relax, I heard a sound that made my heart skip a beat. The phone on Hange's nightstand was ringing, shrill and insistent. Hange groggily reached over to answer it, his voice gruff with sleep. "Hello?" he muttered. I couldn't see who was on the other end of the line, but I could sense Hange's tension, his sudden alertness. He listened for a moment, his expression growing more and more grim. "What is it?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. Hange's eyes flicked towards me, and I could see the worry etched on his face. "It's the office," he said, his voice low. "There's been a problem with one of our prototypes. They need me to come in right away." My heart sank, and I felt a familiar sense of dread creeping in. Hange was going to leave me again, and I didn't want him to go. I didn't want to be alone. But Hange just looked at me, his eyes filled with apology, and I knew he had to go. I knew he couldn't leave the problem unsolved, not when it was his company on the line. As he got out of bed, I felt a pang of sadness, a sense of loss. But Hange leaned down, his lips brushing against my forehead. "I'll be back, baby," he whispered. "I promise. Just sleep, okay?" And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the darkness, my mind still reeling from the events of the night.