Fede opened the door and we entered the corridor at a brisk walk, passing the surveillance camera and moving toward the first-aid rooms. As we entered them, I saw two attendants in MedíCarro uniforms, sealing the hatch of a medical stabilization capsule. The injured ollamaliztli player lay braced inside it, oxygen mask over his face and his arms studded with intravenous tubes. Quick-setting sterile plasti-foam fixative had been sprayed over his left leg and hip—I guessed he’d broken his femur and thigh. His knee and hip pads had been removed, but his leather elbow pads were still in place. I was glad to see that his chest still rose and fell—I hadn’t relished the thought of having to carry an actual human heart into the temple.