After a while, the injuries Alicia can't just get rid of by removing an offending extremity (after removing an added one for safety) and putting it back are healed enough that the hospital discharges her and bills her.

This could actually be a little tricky, because Alicia does not have her wallet or her phone on her—if she’s lucky she forgot about them as she was leaving the dorm this morning and they’re still on the counter beside her bed, if she’s not lucky she forgot about during the swarm fight and they’re in the same mystical void she threw her clothes into—and she definitely doesn’t have her insurance information (or any useful phone numbers) memorized...

“Hey Atlanta... if you’re by any chance watching me right now..?”

Atlanta’s not there.

Well okay then.

This is awkward.

"Do you need somebody to call you a cab?" the receptionist asks.

“Yes please.”

"Dunno why there are any magical girls with wings that don't work," she mutters, picking up the hospital landline.

She should work on that.

Alicia’s wings wave themselves skeptically at her body. They don’t like flying, they prefer skittering and stabbing.

”That’s not very pretty though, is it?” Atlanta makes conversation with her wings as they wait for the cab.

Her wings shake their tips back and forth sullenly, then slink away.

"...are your wings, like... their own thing?" asks the receptionist, pausing before dialing the last number.

"No, I just have an active imagination."

"...okay." She finishes calling the cab. It arrives eight minutes later.

Alicia slips inside, her wings folded up behind her with their ends poking out through the window.

"I need a ride back to ISG," she tells the cab driver. "I'll have to duck into the dorm to grab money, I don't have any on me. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, is fine if you have money where we are going," he says in slightly accented English. "Do not hurt car seat with wings."

"Thanks! Yeah, I'll keep the pointy bits off the seat."

He drives her to campus.

She directs the cab to the girls' dorm, clambers out, scurries inside and then upstairs.

Fortunately, her room is unlocked...

...unfortunately, her wallet/phone/keys are not on the bedside counter where she'd hoped to find them.

(She closes her eye, visualizes her wallet as best she,can and tries to conjure it back from the void?)

She can get a wallet. She can't get any of the stuff in it.

She's not sure what else she expected.

Okay, cab's still idling outside, gotta get some quick cash.

She checks the lounge again first, but finds it deserted. She then heads down the hall and knocks on her friend Kirsten's door?

Krirsten opens up!

“So hey. There’s a long story here and I will definitely explain everything but first I need to borrow twenty bucks?”

"...you good for it?"

Alicia waves a hand and conjures sparkly lights.

"Right now, I reckon I'm good for just about anything."

"I'm not going to wait for you to land a contract doing special effects, Alicia, are you good for it right now in your bank account that exists."

“Assets in excess of twenty American dollars currently exist in my bank account, yes.”

One of Alicia’s wingtips taps the floor behind her restively.

The cab is still idling downstairs. Alicia doesn’t particularly know what to expect if she doesn’t pay her fare—in fact this plausibly seems like one of those things where there wouldn’t be any consequences at all—but Alicia does not think of herself as the Sort Of Person Who Stiffs Cab Drivers and so all else equal she’d prefer to get back to the parking lot promptly.