Healing magic, right. You snort derisively to yourself, then look down at your ankle. It looks fairly normal, perhaps a bit swollen, but nothing like it was last night. You can even just barely put an ounce or two of weight on it, enough to allow yourself to awkwardly hop forward. You wonder if maybe you misconstrued the injury last night, and it wasn't a broken ankle, just a really bad sprain.
Mathilda seems nice enough, if a little weird in her sense of humor. Making jokes about spells and stuff. You figure she's either a Las Vegas reject or a Wiccan, but either way at least she gave you a place to crash for the night until you can find a phone and get an ambulance or at least a cab.
You still feel a bit woozy, but you chalk it up to the miserable evening you had, and maybe partly due to Mathilda and whatever she did to actually care for your ankle. Maybe some strange herbs with odd properties, hallucinogens and the like; that should explain it. You take another uncomfortable hop forward, intending to exit the door and find Mathilda to inquire about a phone, when your vision begins to swim. You flail weakly as you tip to the side and crash towards the wooden floor, yelling in alarm. You are too feeble to get your hands under you to break your fall, and brace yourself mentally for the thud of your body slamming into the ground.
Except there is no thud. All you hear is a rather odd, loud "SPLAT!" Splat? You open your eyes questioningly, only to find that while your left eye opens, your right eye does not. In fact, it's almost as though you don't have a right eye. You rotate your left eye to see that your nose is level with the wooden planks of the floor, meaning half of your face is either under the floor or missing! You move your left arm around to try to push up off the ground in alarm, but with no right arm either, you cannot get a good position. Instead, you note that the entire right side of your body appears to be missing, and instead the left half of your body is lying on the floor as though you had been bisected, surrounded by a puddle of...goo? You try to yell again, but your voice fades as the left side of your body melts, for lack of a better description, into the puddle, leaving your clothes floating atop it.
"I thought I heard something," you somehow hear a voice say as the door opens, which strikes you as odd since you are pretty sure you have no ears anymore. In fact, even though you have no eyes either, you still have some strange awareness of the room, although you cannot seem to move at all. "Drat, it turned you entirely into a slime? That spell was only supposed to copy the regenerative properties of a slime! Was the wording off?" You realize Mathilda is talking about you, and try desperately to cry, curse, scream, anything, but all you seem to do is make the puddle of goo wiggle slightly.
"Oh well, I'll get it right eventually," you hear Mathilda console herself as you tremble in horror. "Look, you better focus on your original shape for now, if you stay like that too long you might not remember how to pull yourself back together." You start, realizing Mathilda is finally talking to you and not about you, but have no idea to achieve a return to your original body. Nevertheless, you are desperate to do so by any means possible, if only to beg, berate, or blackmail Mathilda into making you human again. Mentally taking a deep breath, you focus on how you usually look, trying vainly to remember what it felt like to be you.