"Not really." Quinn grabbed her sheet up off the bed and pulled it back on. She should have put the bandage back on too just for appearances but at the moment appearances weren't worth anything at all. Santana had seen through it and Quinn felt exposed. She just really hoped that her roommate wasn't going to choose this time to walk in on them.
Her olive colored eyes fell to the floor for a long moment as Santana waited not so patiently for an explanation. "It's a long story so... do you want to sit or are you just going to stand there?" Quinn demanded. She could be every bit as bossy as Santana but right now she was lacking in resolve. Things wouldn't be the same.
Her voice sounded like it belonged to someone else as she recanted her tale to Santana who was now sitting beside her. "Right after the outbreak I ended up on a boat with these people who wanted to try and get to an island. They thought we would be safe there. Problem was, there was too many of us and we ran out of food. And people, Santana, they do terrible things when they're desperate." Her voice broke and she took a pause.
"They started eating each other. We would draw straws and whoever drew the shortest straw was for dinner. I was so hungry, Santana. So hungry that even the smell of burning flesh was appealing. I knew that if I crossed a line like that I would never come back. So I got into a fight with a couple of them. I didn't think it was right. There was a scuffle and I fell overboard."
She finally lifted her eyes to meet Santana's. "I drowned. I tried to swim but I got so tired and eventually I just gave up, I was ready to die. And so I died." A single tear fell onto Quinn's cheek and she wiped it away. She had never told anyone this story, not ever.
"When I woke up I was on shore and this guy was there. I thought he had rescued me but he hadn't. He said his name was Demeter and he was some kind of god. He told me that I was different, my bloodline was responsible for his wife's abduction. That we were forced to be human unless we drowned like the sailors used to. Quinn Fabray is dead, Santana. I'm a siren."
By then she was crying her eyes out. She had never told anyone her story and it was like a weight had been lifted off of her. She had been carrying that baggage with her for so long that now that she had unburdened herself she felt like she was coming apart at the seams.
"I heal really fast. That's why I didn't want you to see. I've been too afraid to tell anyone what I am. I want to be human so that's what I tell people I am."