**Rebirth in a Dragon's Lair**

As I lay there, my body was a mess of pain and suffering. The memories of that fateful day were hazy, but the agony was all too real. My abusive father, a monster in my own home, had thrown boiling water across my face, leaving me with severe, horrific burns that covered 100% of my body. I was barely clinging to life, my fragile form wrapped in wet bandages that offered little comfort. My mind was a jumble of confusion and fear, exacerbated by the severe autism spectrum disorder that made me hypersensitive to every sound, every touch, and every sensation around me. The blindness in both eyes only added to my vulnerability, a constant reminder of my helplessness. The separation anxiety that had plagued me since my father abandoned me as a newborn baby still lingered, a deep-seated fear that I was never good enough, that I would always be left behind. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind began to regress, a coping mechanism that had become all too familiar. I was no longer the adult I once was; I was a newborn baby again, scared and alone. My thoughts were a jumble of incoherent babbling, my body tense with anxiety. But I wasn't alone. Hange, my beloved boyfriend, the dragon emperor, and yakuza king, had been by my side throughout this ordeal. His presence was a comforting warmth, a soothing balm to my battered soul. He had taken care of me, nursed me back to health, and even created a makeshift artificial womb to help me recover from the trauma. The hospital bed was warm and wet, mimicking the safety of a mother's womb. Hange had used his dragon magic to create a barrier, a protective shield that kept out unwanted eyes and noise. He had built a nest, a sanctuary where I could heal and recover. The soft hum of a mother's heartbeat played in the background, a gentle pat on the back a reminder of the love and care that surrounded me. As I lay there, I felt Hange's tail wrap around me, acting as a breathing tube, supplying me with oxygen. My legs, badly burned and damaged, had been amputated, covered in warm, wet blankets that soothed the pain. My right eye was completely blind, my left eye 99% blind, but Hange's shadow acted as a feeding tube, a constant presence that I could rely on. Hange's hands were gentle as he changed my diaper, wiped my butt, and put on a new one. It was a humiliating experience, but with him, I felt safe, protected. He was my everything, my rock, my shelter. As I recovered, Hange began to prepare a bigger nest for me, one that would accommodate the new life growing inside me. I was pregnant with multiple dragon eggs, a miracle that I had never thought possible. Hange had built a secondary nest, a safe space where I could incubate my eggs after I laid them. The nest was warm, cozy, and safe. Hange's dragon magic infused it with a soothing energy, a calming balm that eased my anxiety. I felt my body begin to heal, my mind slowly coming back online. I was reborn, given a second chance at life, and Hange was by my side every step of the way. As I drifted off into a deep sleep, surrounded by the warmth and love of my dragon emperor, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be – in the lair of the dragon, safe and protected, with Hange watching over me.