Damage: dislocated shoulder (right), fingernails and toenails missing (all digits), three toes cut off (two smallest on the left, the smallest on the right), fractured fingers/hands, extensive lacerations, extensive bruising, fractured ribs (6), cracked ribs (3), cigarette burns (stomach , back , neck , bottom lip , undersides of arms [5 on right, 6 on left], inside of thighs [8 on right, 7 on left]), 6 missing teeth (upper left central, lower right lateral, lower left incisor, upper left lateral, upper right 2nd bicuspid, lower left first molar), broken nose, minimal internal damage
The medical report was much more extensive- this was simply the list of physical injuries as a whole. Seeing as Ash had been unconscious for some time now, they had no idea what her psychological state would be like. They had seen to most of her injuries, but her hands were worrying- they had utterly destroyed the bones and muscles and ligaments in both of them, rendering them useless. Surgery (well, several) could possibly help, but that would never get her hands to be the way they used to be.
Ash lay on the bed, singed, uneven hair splayed beneath her bruised head. She slowly blinked awake to see Mycroft by her side. She smiled and whispered hoarsely, her speech slow and slurred due to the drugs and missing teeth, "We seem to have a habit of finding ourselves in this same position, don't we, Mr Holmes?"