The scene comes to Greg, distantly: a ruler, and a decently sturdy stick, and a roll of duct tape wrapped around his throbbing leg. It'll get the job done. Anything's better than dealing with the hospital.

He blinks, staring at Marty's wounded arm and shifting the weight on his leg. The ladies are already crowding Marty. It's... the right thing to do, Greg knows. Still, he shares an apologetic look with Marty.