The Pain of Being Powerless...

Honour took the elevator to the floor that housed the infirmary. To keep the medical facilities close to everyone, this floor had been built to run all around the Great Arena for easy and quick access. As soon as someone needed medical attention, they simply needed to access any one of the six elevator shafts that were positioned at equal distances from each other around the Great Arena.

The floor itself had white walls and bore the quiet drug-scented atmosphere of an actual hospital. Surprisingly, the voice of the commentator didn't make it through these walls. 

The concentric hospital remained untouched by the chaos going on outside.

Except for the staggering lack of nurses and doctors bustling about, this place was normal. 'I guess even medical workers like to watch the games,' the girl thought to herself before walking up to the receptionist.