Zoe laughed a little and shook her head, "This isn't fair, I'm too tired to fight you.." she groaned and scooted a little closer to him and turned on her side so her injured one wasn't on the bed. Her back was partly on his chest in a psuedo spooning position. "You might die."
She looked over her shoulder at him, "I still hate you by the way. This," she pointed at the bandage on her side, "Not helping you win me over." she put her head on the pillow, "What're you going to do to make up for it? Do I get to shoot you? Can it be in the face?" she grinned. "Oh you know what you should do, you should bake me a cake. A 'I'm sorry I shot you' cake."