**Shattered Dreams**

You lay in bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls of the hospital room, the beeping of machines and the faint smell of antiseptic filling your senses. The bright fluorescent lights above seemed to pierce through your skull, making your head ache. Your eyes, red and puffy from crying, gazed blankly at the ceiling as Hange's gentle voice washed over you. His warm breath caressed your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "My love... don't do that anymore... that's a doll, it's not our baby, our baby died," he whispered softly, his words laced with concern and sadness. You whimpered, a sob tearing through your chest as tears streamed down your face. Your body shook with uncontrollable convulsions, your mind reeling in agony. The doll in your arms, a soft, plush toy with a sweet, innocent face, seemed to mock you with its very presence. You couldn't bear to look at it, yet you couldn't let it go. Hange's strong arms enveloped you, pulling you close as he tried to comfort you. His warmth, his scent, his gentle touch – everything about him was soothing, but it wasn't enough to calm the storm raging inside you. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. "Want... baby," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper, your words slurred and childlike. Hange's grip on you tightened. "Shh, my love, I know. I know you wanted a baby so much. But we have to face reality, our baby didn't make it. We can try again, we can—" You interrupted him, your voice rising to a pitiful wail. "No! No, no, no! Want our baby! Not another one! Our baby!" Your tiny hands clutched the doll to your chest, your fingers digging into its soft fabric as if it were a lifeline. Hange's voice was calm, a gentle melody amidst the chaos. "I know, my love, I know. But sometimes, things don't go as planned. We'll get through this together, okay?" You didn't understand. You didn't want to understand. All you knew was that you wanted a baby, and now it was gone. The pain was like a knife twisting in your heart, refusing to stop. You felt so small, so helpless, so... regressed. In this moment, the world around you began to blur, colors bleeding together as your mind snapped. You became a newborn, lost and scared, unsure of anything except the overwhelming need for comfort and security. Your whimpers turned to wails, your body shaking like a leaf as Hange tried to soothe you. "I'm here, my love. I'm here. I'll take care of you. You're safe," he cooed, rocking you gently in his arms. The doll slipped from your grasp, falling to the bed as you wrapped your tiny hands around Hange's wrist, holding on for dear life. Your eyes, vacant and lost, searched for something, anything, to make the pain stop. As the tears continued to flow, Hange's face contorted in worry, his eyes pleading for a solution to your anguish. He had never seen you like this before, so lost and fragile. His heart ached, and he didn't know how to fix it. All he could do was hold you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and pray that somehow, someway, you would find your way back to him.