Arrival at Wall Rose

As we emerged from the rugged landscape, the imposing walls of Wall Rose came into view, a beacon of safety and hope. Hanji's arms remained wrapped around me, her grip tight as she continued to manually pump and squeeze my weak heart. I could feel her fatigue, but she refused to give up, her determination to save me driving her forward. The medical team, alerted to our arrival, rushed to meet us. They quickly assessed my condition, their faces etched with concern as they took in the sight of Hanji's makeshift CPR and the array of medical equipment attached to me. "Prepare an artificial womb immediately," Hanji ordered, her voice firm and commanding. "My girlfriend is waking up from a deep coma. She's extremely agitated." The medical professionals sprang into action, swiftly setting up a state-of-the-art artificial womb in a specially designed medical cart. Hanji gently placed me inside, carefully monitoring my vital signs as the machine began to hum to life. The warm, sterile environment enveloped me, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. But it was short-lived. My body began to thrash about, my limbs flailing wildly as I let out a high-pitched wail. The medical team rushed to sedate me, but Hanji intervened, her voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. "Wait," she said, her eyes locked on mine. "Let her calm down. She's been through a lot." The team hesitated, then nodded in agreement. Hanji began to speak softly to me, her words a gentle stream of reassurance. Slowly but surely, I began to calm down, my agitation replaced by a deep sense of exhaustion. As I drifted off into a troubled sleep, Hanji's eyes never left mine. She remained by my side, her hand gently stroking my hair as the medical team worked to stabilize my fragile condition. "We'll get through this, my love," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I promise." But as the hours ticked by, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was on the brink of something. Something that would change me forever. Something that would test the limits of my strength, my courage, and my love for Hanji. The artificial womb's life support systems hummed softly, a constant reminder of my precarious state. I was trapped in a world of uncertainty, and the only thing that kept me going was Hanji's unwavering presence. As I slipped in and out of consciousness, I caught glimpses of the world outside. The medical team worked tirelessly to monitor my condition, their faces etched with concern. Hanji's determination was palpable, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity as she fought to save me. I knew that I was lucky to have her by my side. But I also knew that our journey was far from over. The road to recovery would be long and arduous, and I would have to confront the demons that had haunted me for so long. But for now, I was safe. I was alive. And I had Hanji.