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Makena followed Shuri into the elevator, having just came from seeing T'Challa. Shuri wanted to hurry up and finish up attempting to recreate the Heart-Shaped Herb. Makena's hand shook anxiously as the elevator took them to the lab.
She glanced over at Shuri who was holding her hands together. "Time is running out. Please allow me to heal my brother of this illness. And I will never question your existence again." Shuri spoke to herself.
The elevator opened and they both rushed out. "His heart rate is dropping fast, where are we?" Shuri asked one of the people who helped with projects and such.
"We are finishing a sequence now." He replied but it definitely wasn't fast enough for Shuri. She needed to take things in her own hands.
"Griot, give me the control," Shuri said to her AI.
Makena walked over to one of the desks and grabbed the elixir that Carol had given her. If the Heart-Shaped Herb wouldn't pull through than this was their only hope to help heal T'Challa. It was a long shot but she had to try.
"As you wish, Princess," Griot obeyed.
Makena ran over to one of the shelves and pulled out two bottles of a liquid she needed for the elixir. Makena glanced over at Shuri and heard Griot speak, "King T'Challa's heart rate decreased to 31 beats per minute."
"Princess, you should go by his side," One of the assistants advised.
"I have to think. Everyone get out." Shuri said and one nobody moved she was forced to shout. "Get out!"
Everyone began to leave, minus Makena who continued her work in silence.
"What is the confidence rate?" Shuri asked Griot.
"It's 29.1 percent."
"Print it!" Shuri ordered, referring for Griot to start printing out the Heart-Shaped Herb.
