**Beyond the Walls of Despair**

The sun was setting over the horizon as we ventured outside the safety of the walls, our survey team scattered across the vast expanse of the Titan-infested landscape. I was part of the vanguard, my beloved boyfriend Hange by my side, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. We had been warned about the Titans, their ferocity and unpredictability, but we had to gather intel, no matter the risk. As we moved through the desolate terrain, the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the distant rumble of Titans. Hange's hand brushed against mine, a reassuring touch that sent a spark of warmth through me. We had been together for years, and in this moment, I felt a deep sense of trust and comfort with him. It was then that the world around me erupted into chaos. A Titan emerged from the dusty haze, its eyes fixed on us with a malevolent glare. Hange shouted a warning, but it was too late. The Titan charged, its massive fist swinging towards me. I tried to move, to dodge, but it was too late. The Titan's fist connected with a sickening crunch, sending me crashing to the ground. I felt a searing pain in my neck and head, a sense of disorientation that was quickly replaced by a creeping numbness. As I lay there, I realized with horror that I was paralyzed, unable to move from the chest down. I tried to breathe, but my lungs felt like lead, refusing to expand. A cold dread spread through me as I realized the extent of my injuries. Hange's face appeared above me, his eyes wide with panic. He shouted for help, but I couldn't hear the response. I was aware of him carefully turning me onto my back, his hands probing my neck and head. His face went white as he took in the extent of my injuries. I saw him mouth something, but the words were lost to me. My vision began to blur, and I felt my heart stuttering in my chest. With shaking hands, Hange reached for his medical kit and pulled out a pair of gloves. He gently examined my neck, his touch sending a wave of pain through me. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a weak whisper. I was vaguely aware of Hange inserting an endotracheal tube deep into my throat, the sensation making me want to gag. The tube was connected to a ventilator, and I felt a slight easing of my breathing difficulties. But my relief was short-lived. Hange's face was a mask of worry as he looked at me, his eyes welling up with tears. I saw him whisper something, but I couldn't hear the words. As we waited for help to arrive, my heart stopped multiple times, and Hange performed CPR on me, his hands compressing my chest in a rhythmic motion. I was barely clinging to life, my body failing me with each passing moment. Finally, we arrived at the medical infirmary, and Hange rushed me inside. He turned to the medical staff, his voice urgent. "Prepare everything! The patient is in critical condition. They suffer from a severe spinal cord injury and a severe head injury." The medical team sprang into action, and Hange quickly took charge. "I'll perform the surgery. There's no time to waste." As the medical team parted to let him through, I caught a glimpse of the equipment being readied. I knew I was in Hange's hands, and I trusted him with my life. But as the anesthesia took hold, and I was wheeled into surgery, I couldn't shake the feeling that my journey was far from over...