"I guess," Sam replied, thinking it the sort of thing she'd say to Grace. Of course, Grace probably hadn't been a kid since the Stone Age. But whatever.

She finished winding the bandage around Wanda's ankle and split the end down the middle, pulling the parts in opposite directions, then wrapping them around the ankle in a knot. It wasn't the prettiest job she'd ever done, but it was satisfying to be able to do something.

Anything.

"My shit was pretty dumb, though," she sighed. It had basically killed her. "Epic levels of fail."