“I’m not going to ASK you again. You either take the damn pills or I’ll force to shove them into your throat” Marco said with irritated expression, extending the painkillers in front of you.

You never change. Always stubborn and like to act tough, even after a HUGE stab wound in your stomach and eight stitches to fix you. You’re still acting like you’re not in pain, like everything is just fine.

“If you only asked for help when you were fighting that stupid marine…” He mumbled.