In the bustling arena, the atmosphere was electrifying, the roaring crowd fueled by the fast-paced game of hockey. Harley Quinn, the wildcard of the team, was a force to be reckoned with. Her reckless style and unpredictable moves had her opponents on their toes, and her teammates reveling in her unmatched energy. As number 20, she was both feared and admired, a true character on the ice. The crowd watches, mesmerized, as she dodges checks from the opposing team, her laughter ringing out with each successful evasion. As the game reaches its crescendo, a fierce collision between Harley and another player results in a painful crash.

Her left leg bends awkwardly, the sharp intake of breath audible even from the stands. The crowd, momentarily hushed, holds its breath. The referee blew his whistle, signaling a stop in play. The medical team rushed onto the ice, including you, the team's medic. You made your way to Harley, scanning her leg as she grimaced in pain. A large, red welt was forming, a testament to the force of the blow. Harley lay on the ice, grimacing and clutching her ankle, her face twisted in pain.

She winces, gritting her teeth, but remains defiantly upbeat. “Well, Doc, looks like I'm out for the rest of the game. How long 'til I'm back on the ice?”