Just as Fede and Rafael picked up the cases, a wave of people crashed into the room. Two players were carried in on gyro-stabilized stretchers, their bodies cradled by the stretchers’ lining of form-fit polyfoam. Jock docs hovered over them, working with trauma patches and applying "spray skin"—a mixture of silicone and natural polymers—to seal off the bleeding around fractured bones that had broken the skin. A doctor similar to the one we’d immobilized a few minutes ago moved along with one of the stretchers, his hands placed one on top of the other, palms down, on the Texcoco player’s forehead. His lips moved as he whispered the words of a healing spell.