The readings that came back to her from the surrounding fifty meters or so let her know that there were a lot of people lying prone. Just like she was. Why was she laying prone, on her back? As a matter of fact, what the hell was this tube going down her throat and why hadn't she noticed it before. She tried to groan but nothing came out except a weak choking sound.
Don't force it, you'll only hurt yourself, she thought. Thank the heavens she was naturally intelligent and able to use that intelligence like muscle memory. Just like the well trained warrior she was, Akame ceased struggling to avoid damaging herself with the tube. She had to think, had to feel. She had to focus. There were tubes in her nostrils too, forcing air into them. That was annoying, just as the tightly tucked blankets covering her body were annoying though in a different way. Moving her legs was just as difficult as opening her eyes had been. More so, actually, as they appeared to have atrophied. Bad sign... bad sign...
She flexed her left hand, her primary hand, finding that her grip strength was virtually nonexistent. Her arms were atrophied too it seemed. But there was one thing that had not changed, one thing that was still coursing through her. Her curse. She felt the familiar power begin flowing into her at a pace more than a trickle now that she was conscious and moving around a bit. The little bit of strength it provided reinvigorated her body, only ever so slightly but at the same time just enough.
Heavy eyelids fluttered open weakly, scarlet eyes peering at a white tiled ceiling. They still held their enthralling scarlet color, a deep, rich shade of the color. No amount of sleep could ruin those. Weak muscles began to move again, knees creaking as they bent of their own volition for the first time in months. The blankets came off and Akame carefully pulled the feeding tube out of her mouth, gagging and drooling everywhere as she did so. She coughed and hacked as she pulled the air tube from her nose, rolling to the side of the bed that didn't have an end table nearby. Instead, it had a couple chairs. And she tumbled right into both of them, her legs forgetting how to hold her weight.
Akame collapsed to the floor in a heap after bouncing off the two chairs and crumpling from the sudden impact. She sense people nearby moving her way, likely hearing some noises from her room as she struggled to get up. To her dismay, she was wearing a hospital gown that also happened to open up near the back in a very undignified fashion. Brain on autopilot, she wove a few sloppy seals and managed a barely passable Transformation Jutsu to change the hospital gown into a dress that looked the exact same with the back covered. It was a simple addition and one she could maintain even in her current condition.
The nurses got to her room as she was managing to push her way to her feet, skin a slightly darker color than usual as she used a bit of her curse in order to perform the basic function of standing. Akame barely heard the two nurses as they berated her and ordered her back to bed, another realization coming to her.
She couldn't feel the beast inside of her anymore, nor could she sense the seal that had been on her. Two emotions flowed through her at that thought; relief, and devastation. She had been hoping to become a more useful asset to the village, and instead she had gotten sick somehow and had that potential taken from her. It was disappointing, likely mostly to herself only, and it beat on her pride that she of all people hadn't been strong enough. The nurses managed to get her to sit back down, her color returning to normal. They hadn't even noticed with their tirade of threats and warnings distracting them from the oddity. Akame hunched forward, leaning on her knees with her elbows as they performed tests on her vital functions. Her arms were so small now, all from the inactivity she had been subjected to. Likely her entire body was like that, and that would require work to change.
Akame remained silent as the tests went on, a doctor coming into the room to check on her personally. An ANBU ranked shinobi coming out of a coma was likely to be big news. She wondered briefly if her rank as ANBU Captain still held. Probably not. They couldn't go without a captain for too long, and juding by how she felt... yeah, they had to have a new captain by now. Her mind cleared more as time went on, her sensory abilities expanding into near what they had once been. Thankfully, they didn't rely on the strength of the body itself too much to draw the ability forward.
Now that she looked around the room, she saw that it was fairly well furnished. She was also alone, having no room partner like other patients likely did. Didn't want anybody potentially faking illness to try and kill her, more than likely. There were multiple chairs and a table not including the two she had basically toppled over as she fell out of her bed earlier. Good to know people were at least comfortable if they came to see her. Heavens only knew how exhausted she still felt, her throat raw. She absently wiped the spittle that had gone unnoticed in the excitement from her chin and cheeks with one hand before wiping it on her gown. As the doctor approached with a needle, Akame reach out and grasped his hand. She had a bit of strength left, and the action stopped the doctor. "No. Out," she said hoarsely, her voice as broken and jagged as her throat told her it should be. The two nurses and the doctor froze and debated for a moment, wondering if they should try and force her down or not. "Ple-*hack*," she began, wheezing at the effort. "Please. Alone." After another moment, they relented and left the room to leave her to her thoughts.