Fucking Santana. The doctors in the infirmary were all so busy trying to find a cure for the virus that had made Rachel Berry shoot her so it was easy to evade them. Quinn's wound wasn't life threatening, she just had to keep it clean so it wouldn't get infected. While she had never been shot before, she had been wounded before and she noticed just how quickly those cuts and scrapes healed after her little chat with Demeter.
If people saw how quickly she healed they would start to suspect something. As far as anyone on the planet knew, Quinn was completely human and she wanted to keep it that way. She didn't care how many freaks came out of the closet, Lucy Quinn Fabray was not one of them. She was perfect and she was normal.
"It's fine, Santana. I already cleaned it and changed the bandage like an hour ago."
She rolled her eyes despite the flirtatious banter. That was just Santana being herself and Quinn didn't think much about it. Right now she was completely focused on pointing Santana's attention elsewhere. She couldn't see it, she couldn't know. Quinn wasn't ready.
"Actually I just realized I'm late for sentry duty. I should really go or Dimitri will be on my ass." She stood up and headed for the door but Santana was in the way.
"Santana," she pleaded. "I am fine. Rachel Berry couldn't kill me if she tried."