Santana Lopez (ikeepitreal) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-08 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | quinn fabray, santana lopez |
Who: Santana and Quinn
Where: Quinn's Cell
When: Nowish
What: Lucy Quinn you got some 'splainin' to do!
Rating: Beware the snark.
Since Quinn got hurt, Santana had barely left the infirmary. Somehow seeing her friend get shot like that, even though it truthfully hadn't been all that serious, had woken Santana up. She knew all this medical stuff, her dad had taught her well and surprisingly she had been somewhat of a natural with it, but she'd turned her back on it with his death. But she could help here and even as selfish as Santana Lopez tended to be, she secretly liked being able to help. So with Quinn getting hurt and then the onset of this rage virus, she'd somehow just fallen right back into it like she'd never been out of it. It felt good doing this stuff again, knowing she was helping and also knowing somewhere her papi was proud. He would want her to carry on with what he'd taught her, so now she was.
Surprisingly, Quinn had been ready to leave the infirmary after only one night there. Santana hadn't left her side the entire time, aside from moving to help out with others drifting into the infirmary to get checked out or to get masks and what not. Maybe it hadn't been serious, but she had been shot and Santana wasn't letting Quinn leave just yet. With her working in the infirmary now, she could keep an eye on Quinn. She'd made it her personal mission to take care of Quinn, not really letting anyone else take the task. Santana wouldn't admit it, because she'd never hear the end of it, but seeing Quinn get shot and then all that blood had scared the hell out of her. She had immediately went into pseudo-doctor mode and she'd been in it since. After Santana put her foot down and refused to budge, Quinn had finally relented and agreed to stay two days instead of the one she'd insisted on. But there had been a stipulation to her release and that had been that Santana would personally come by her cell to check on her, clean her wound and change her bandages every day. Quinn had reluctantly agreed, yet when Santana would stop by, it would always turn out that she'd already taken care of it herself. Now, it was nothing out of the ordinary for Quinn to be stubborn and defiant, especially when it came to things between the two of them, but there was something different about this. Quinn was acting weird and not letting Santana near the wound, let alone touch it or anything. She'd had enough experience with Quinn Fabray over the years to know when she was hiding something and right now, Santana had a feeling she was hiding something. The thing was, this wasn't like the good old days at McKinley, Santana couldn't bust out her usual techniques. There were no Freshman she could terrorize with threats about the razor blades in her hair, no other Cheerios she could manipulate and force into doing her dirty work and no one she could blackmail. In other words, her talent was going to waste and she was a little rusty with her skills. But that didn't mean she wasn't gonna get some answers.
Grabbing the stuff she needed from the infirmary before she left for the evening, Santana headed for Quinn's cell for her daily check-up. This time, though? Santana wasn't letting Quinn get out of her checking it and making sure it was healing up properly. There was something going on and she was gonna find out what it was. "Okay, Fabray." She said, reaching her destination to find her friend laying there on her bed. "Shirt off." A devious grin played at the edges of her full lips and she arched a brow, holding up her makeshift doctor's kit. "Time to play doctor."