Shattered Innocence

I couldn't catch my breath as I lay on the hospital bed, my body wracked with pain and my mind reeling with the trauma I had just experienced. The physical pain was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the emotional agony that was tearing me apart. I cried uncontrollably, my body shaking with sobs as I struggled to process what had just happened. Hange held me close, trying to comfort me, but I was beyond consolation. My brain injury made me more prone to emotional overwhelm, and the trauma I had just experienced had pushed me to the edge. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of pain and fear, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. As I cried, I felt myself regressing, my mind fragmenting into a million pieces. I was no longer the strong, capable person I had been just hours before. I was a scared, vulnerable child, unable to cope with the trauma that had been inflicted upon me. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, my emotions raw and exposed. Hange's voice was a distant hum, a soothing background noise that did little to calm my racing thoughts. I couldn't hear what he was saying, couldn't process his words. All I could feel was the pain, the overwhelming, crushing pain that was suffocating me. I thrashed about, my body arching off the bed as I cried out in agony. My asshole hurt, the pain a sharp, stabbing sensation that seemed to radiate throughout my entire body. I couldn't escape it, couldn't find a way to make it stop. I was trapped in a living nightmare, unable to wake up. As the minutes ticked by, my cries grew louder, more desperate. I was losing myself, fragmenting into a million pieces. I couldn't hold on to anything, couldn't find a way to anchor myself in reality. I was adrift in a sea of pain and fear, unable to find a way to escape. Hange's grip on me tightened, his voice growing more urgent as he tried to calm me down. But I was beyond calming, beyond reason. I was a raw, wounded animal, unable to be soothed. I could only cry, could only scream, as the trauma and pain consumed me. The hospital room around me began to blur, the faces of the doctors and nurses indistinct as I cried out in agony. I was alone, isolated in my pain, unable to find a way to connect with anyone. I was a shattered, broken person, unable to pick up the pieces of my shattered innocence. And as I lay there, unable to escape the pain, I knew that I had a long, difficult journey ahead of me. I would have to face the trauma, confront the pain, and find a way to heal. But for now, I could only cry, could only scream, as the agony consumed me.