Do you go to a hospital? Would they have any idea what to do? Your palm itches, and you rub it idly on your shorts. Surely someone must know how to help you. Someone had to take responsibility for this. Most of all, someone had to reverse it, and you weren't even sure you could count on the rabbit to come out of his hole again... Not that you are overeager to see *him* again.
You hurry out of the clearing, half-hopping- not because of any emerging rabbit tendencies, mind you, but because you are favouring your human leg. Limping through the underbrush, back to the main path, you find the pain quickly dissipating, much faster than you would have imagined. You are not so sure that this is a good sign- you aren't about to start taking anything for granted right now.
Even as walking on your rabbit foot becomes less painful, more natural, your gait is still rather uneven. What's more, your...pawpads, such as they are, are so new that they are constantly stung by rocks, weeds, pine needles, and Lord knows what else. Biting insects, with your luck...Hopefully not contagious ones, you add, mentally. A rabbit you can just about handle, but an insect? The thought alone makes you shudder.
...The fact that you are considering this seriously starts to unnerve you. You seem to be coping with your earlier transformation. You aren't sure whether you should be proud of your mental fortitude, or worried by your growing acceptance.