he who hesitates is toast

While he's gone, Shuri adjusts the table, an aperture appearing at the head of it. She gently adjusts the woman's head, setting her face into the opening so her spine is long and straight, then peers at the wound.

There is only one, for which she is grateful, but it is a bad one. The Kimoyo bead T'Challa used to stabilize her pulses gently with a violet glow, keeping her in a deep sleep and telling her body and brain that things are not so desperate as they seem.

It will be a little tricky to remove. Shuri runs the sonic cleaner and pulls out a tray of sterilized equipment, then draws on a pair of sterile gloves as she considers the best approach.