"Hello, macho man!" I pushed the door open with my foot and stepped inside the room, trying my best to balance the tray in my hands. "I brought your whiny ass some food so you can quit crying now."
"How can you speak to me like that! You have no idea what it feels like to be shot. It hurts!" Marco glared at me from his place in the bed where he was surrounded by a mountain of pillows on all sides. He looked incredibly comfy, but I knew it was all an act.
