•Night Angel•

CHAPTER XVIII - INGELOSI YOKUKHANYA

The sound of muffled voices came through Sophia's ears. Several voices and the sound of hurried footsteps confused her. Where am I?, she wondered. At first, she couldn't remember what had happened, what was going on. She heard a machine beeping. Heart monitor, she thought. Bom bom, bom bom, bom bom, one two, one two, one two.

Steady heart beating, normal rate. At least she was alive. She didn't remember getting admitted in the hospital; but then again, she didn't remember much. The last thing she remembers before blacking out was the king telling her something. He had said, "welcome to wakanda".

Wakanda.

Now she remembered where she was. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt heavy, really heavy. She tried again, now the sounds from the outside became clearer. Finally, she managed to open her eyes a little bit, just to shut them again instantly. White lights above her in the ceiling blinding her with their brightness, making her scrunch her nose.

After a few seconds of managing to the light, she fully opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a laboratory-like room. People around her walking with their white lab-coats on and tablets in their hands, making annotations and checking things.

She turned to her right, just to see nothing connected to her. Her face scrunched in confusion. She had heard a heart monitor beeping and she was sure it was hers. She turned to look at herself and saw small pads attached to her chest, but with no wires.

This is so weird, she thought.

Turning to her right, she saw a huge floor to ceiling window, displaying the wakandan landscape and the sun making its way above the mountains. She admired how the delicate sun rays touched the city slowly, illuminating it and making it shine like the sun itself.

She was admiring the view, when a sudden voice in the room startled her.

-Good, you are awake.- A male voice with a thick and prominent accent made its way through the walls of the room.

Snapping her head to the left, she saw a tall dark skinned man, his big brown eyes analyzing her intently, and a light stubble adorning his jaw. He was wearing a black tunic with white patterns adorning the borders of the sleeves and neck. He had his hands crossed in front of him. He looked young, no more than a couple years older than her. Maybe 25. Sophia recognized him instantly as Prince T'Challa, king T'Chaka's son.

She tried to sit up straight, but she did it carefully, remembering that she had been injured. The surprise came after being seated and feeling no pain at all, nor from her leg or her hip. Confused, Sophia ran her hands over the places she thought she had the injuries. When she didn't feel any sign of pain again, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Now Sophia had genuinely no idea what had happened and why she didn't feel the aftermath of her injuries.

The man in the room must've seen her confusion. He tried to stifle a chuckle and got closer to Sophia's bed.

-You have been healed with vibranium, that's why you can't feel your injuries.- He said while watching intently as Sophia looked at him.

-You are T'Challa, the king's son.- Sophia said, once she was seated properly in the bed. It was not a question, more of an affirmation instead.

-I am. And you are the girl that brought my father home alive.- He answered, also not like a question.

-Pleasure to meet you, your highness.- Sophia said at the same time she bowed her head towards the Prince.

-No need for that sort of formality. I don't think I'm a lot older than you.- The prince said while walking around the room to stand next to the window.