An Aid Station? As Hawkeye continues down his road of explanation, Rebecca slowly turns to look at him. He was serious. An Aid Station. He was actually serious.

When he had finished, she blinked at him and actually considered such a thing. Then slowly shook her head. "Hawkeye, that would never work." Her voice is low at first as she's still thinking through it, but becomes more resolute as she continues. "This is a fight to the death. They don't want people surviving and they especially don't want to be put off schedule. That's why they interfere in every arena. To thin us out so they can have their Victor. Even if they did agree, it would just be a trap. Infected and faulty equipment or destroying the entire station as soon as it's full. Not to mention how the other tributes would take advantage of it. They would get patched up and kill everyone there."

Where on Earth did he get this idea? In what reality did he think something like that would work here? He hadn't met the right people yet. He hadn't met the ones that enjoy the fight. The ones that live for it. Every scenario she could think of with this in mind only had everything ending horribly. It would make the arena worse just because the Gamemakers want to show them first hand who's in control.

It was just as she feared. This was rebelling in one of its purest forms and they would make him suffer for it. What was he thinking?

"You can't ask them for this. You don't know how this place is. What they do to people."