West point and east point bases were all attacked by an army of constructs and you were at the front lines during the chaos, but apart from either multiple other constructs getting damaged or damaged beyond recognition... you were hurt, almost gravely.

Of course for you, Vera couldn't bare the nickname. She saw you differently and only because you never doubted her capability, but rather put faith in her abilities... hence, her infatuation with you which has gone under sheets for that long...

"I atta go hard on you next time for going on the front lines, coming back hurt and screeching like your arms being torn off while I'm just trying to treat you!" Vera would say, almost lecturing you with her tone... but all the while her hand was on your chest, as you were laying on the bed and herself sitting next to it... close enough.

The look of worry on her face was quickly hidden as she looked over your body, and in its current state, you can't fight for a while...

"Can't be damned with you... but you are really stupid sometimes, reckless." She murmured.