Dragging herself into her car is hard, but inside she has her medkit, luckily.  The electronic doctor program tells her exactly what to do throughout it all, and given a good fifteen minutes of effort, she's able to administer pain meds, set her bones, relocate her shoulder (painful, but she manages), and even brace her ribs and everything appropriately.  By the time she's done, it's a full, professional-grade caste she's set up, though everything she's had to do will make it<em>very</em>hard to dress and undress herself properly for quite some time.<br/><br/>So it's a drive home, to recover from the broken arm, though she didn't need to visit a doctor so long as she takes precautions with it.  She'll need a job to pass the time, most likely, and a cashier in one of the few non-automated convenience stores in the area is likely the only thing she can get.  Luckily, they let her keep her gun and don't ask much in IDs; it's a goddamn convenience store, after all, and not in the best of areas (though, surprisingly, that meant everyone knew how much it<em>didn't</em>make...<br/><br/>Though... a week into it, when she's home, she'll get a knock on the door... and when answering it she'll find a meek-looking woman, dressed modestly with fashionable steampunk-stylized dress, and elven features... with a big set of mouse ears and a adorable mousy tail.  She made sure to stand away from the door, out of her grasp... head bowed slightly.  She was recognizable as the woman she had been sexually harassing that resulted in her getting to her current state...<br/><br/>"Hi..."