Hoofdstuk 22 – He's under my skin, just give me something to get rid of him

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So..I cannot say how sorry I am for not updating in like..forever. Really, I am. So the last two chapters for All I Ask of You, first chapter 28, a short one and hopefully tomorrow chapter 29, the last one. I really want to thank all of you for your amazing reviews and for sticking with Meghan all this time. There will probably come a sequel by the time I finish Brisingr, if you're interested, keep checking my profile every now and then, and let me know what you think!

Hoofdstuk 28 – He's under my skin, just give me something to get rid of him.

Meghan couldn't remember how she got in the tent she was in right now. She was irritated by the healer who was examining her from head to toe. It made her nervous and impatient.

"I'm fine. Go help dying people!" she finally managed to say. It was the first thing she had said after the incident with Murtagh. Eragon looked at her, relieved she finally spoke. Nasuada had just left the tent after Eragon got in, to see if others needed her help.

Meghan hugged her knees, her small hands formed fists. She felt she was tired but knew nothing could get her to sleep. The sickening intense feeling of grief, dizziness and nausea controlled her body.
"How are you?" Eragon asked, his face full of pain. He tried to process what had happened.
"Right this moment?" she got up and got out of the tent as quickly as she could. Eragon could hear her vomit outside.

"Not so well." Meghan said when she came back in. "What did he tell you? Why are you still alive?" she asked. Eragon was offended by her last question.
"We both know he's stronger Eragon. Galbatorix wouldn't take the risk of you being stronger." Eragon nodded.
"He.." he sighed and rubbed his face with his hand hoping it would take away some of the tiredness. "He told me he's my brother. He told me he is not the only, but the oldest heir of Morzan." Meghan was shocked, it felt like her heart dropped from out of her body, all the pieces of her broken heart scattered in her lap. She swallowed, trying to cope with it, Eragon waited patiently.

"Than I guess it's time I properly introduce myself." Meghan said unfeelingly, she started to feel numb, as if emotions were abandoning her for her self-protection. Eragon didn't understand, she could see it in his eyes.
"I'm your sister in law." She held up her hand but Eragon didn't take it.
"What?!"
"We didn't only fall in love Eragon. We got married." Meghan said, it hurt her to say it. An aching itch was dominating the space around her heart. She grasped for air.

"Unbelievable." She cried and laughed at the same time, a hollow sound. "I'm the wife of something like that.." she started to shake her head, as to stop herself "He's not like this Eragon!" she got up out of frustration and started pacing around.
"I know." Eragon got up and embraced her but he couldn't take away her pain, nothing could dry her tears or stop her heart from bleeding.
"And it gets worse.." she whispered after a moment, pushing Eragon away from her. He looked at her, startled by what she said. She started to laugh again, hysterical almost panicky.
"How is this possible?!" she yelled to no one in particular. "Eragon, I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want him inside my head. Never again. I don't want him in my heart. Everything hurts Eragon! It's all hopeless! I'm alone, how could I be so blind?! I don't want to feel like this…take it away!" it was a hopeless cry of pain and despair.
"What…what is it that's making you so hopeless Meghan?" he asked carefully. Meghan shook her head, panic taking a hold of her as she ran out of the tent.