It was night time by the time I had finally managed to come around. The shaman wasn't around when I woke up, but Alan and Maria were sitting on each side of the bed. I wondered if Eragon was still not back.
The excruciating pain in my legs was unlike anything I'd ever felt, or so. Not even the bite had made me feel that pain. It was the kind of pain that rips one of his senses, thoughts, and mental analysis. I've just been deprived of all that.
"How do you feel?" Maria asked, placing a white cloth on my forehead. Just like she did the first day I had come around.
"A little dizzy," I replied, holding the side of my head. "Where am I?"
"Here," Alan said, passing something towards me. "You need some water. Drink."
I took the cup slowly and gulped down the entire contents. Alan filled it
