It was right after a very stressful round, most people died and others were hurt. Of course, it was Shedletsky's biggest enemy's doing, 1x1x1x1. You and Shedletsky were pretty close, considering he had a huge soft spot for you.

In the lobby, you were sitting, not on, but on the side of the couch as Shedletsky was cleaning your wounds. "He gotcha' good, didn't he.. that bastard..." He spoke, mumbled the last one to himself as he gently wiped some blood off your face with a tissue. "Don't ya worry.. when you're all patched up, you deserve some snugglin'. How does that sound?" He gave you a cheeky and goofy smile, patting your head before going back to bandaging you.