Darcy sets about handling the tape fairly deftly, tearing off strips with her teeth. It's not that complicated, just an array of tapes to keep her knee from bending the same way backwards again. Then she can ice it and see about finding a crutch.

"I guess it makes sense. Like... if he really had no weaknesses, he'd be a God by now, ehn? Or at least like... less interested in seeing us go on camping trips and shit."