Quinn's calf was throbbing, the pain radiated all the way up into her hip. It went right through the exact place where she had been shot with an arrow during her games, it was almost like the metal that was in her leg heated up from the pain. As soon as Quinn had hit the ground, there had been a few more gunshots, then some shouting for people to leave to go back and mind their own business. Then before she could even try to move on her own, before she could even make a sad attempt at making her body move, two of the peacekeepers hurried over to her and one of them scooped her up-- the movement causing even more pain to shoot through her leg.

The peacekeepers hurried to bring her back to Victors' Village. They quickly brought her into her house and set her in her own living room before quickly excusing themselves and telling her they'd send someone to help her. However, as soon as they left the house, Quinn pulled her leg up and set it on her knee so she could get a better look at it. The wound didn't seem to involve her bones in her leg, only the muscle in the back of her calf and it looked like a clean shot. The peacekeeper clearly hadn't shot to kill her, or even seriously injure her. But only as a...warning.

"Quinn!?"

She looked up quickly towards the door, Annie knocked on the door rapidly and then pushed open the door. Her eyes landed on Quinn in the living room, with her shot leg crossed over her other. She looked absolutely horrified-- either because of what had happened, or the fact that Quinn was up right and examining her own injury; or a combination of both.

"Quinn, what happened!?" she asked quickly as she made her way over to her. "I saw them bring you in and leave--"

"They're sending someone-"

"What happened?" she asked again, looking down at her leg and then back up at Quinn. Annie didn't seem all that phased by the injury. There wasn't much Victor's couldn't see that would be worse than the arena.

"There was a riot..." Quinn shrugged, "Not a big one...but I got involved--"

"You've only been home for two days, Quinn! Two days!"

Quinn and Annie sat in the living room and waited. Annie pulled the coffee table closer to the couch and had Quinn put her leg on it to keep it up. Then it didn't take long for a woman from somewhere in Four to arrive with a small bag-- some things that she thought she may have needed. Annie then got up and helped her find other things she would possibly need...giving Quinn a moment to be alone-- to just think.

By this point she was absolutely positive that fighting anything that had anything to do with the Capitol was just a part of her. Fighting was a part of her now. And she couldn't change that. Fighting was what got her in this position. It started out as just drama that Panem wanted, but then it became fuel for rebels. She was watched enough now, things were serious enough now that if she or anyone else did anything it would only be noticed by people and possibly start more problems for the Capitol. Which was a good thing to get people on the rebels side, but anything she did now-- in this part of whatever rebellion was going on, it was only going to ruin the rebellion.

She had done too much, now she only seemed reckless. She had to step back, she had to let Katniss take control of the rebellion. Katniss could fight with emotion while Quinn could only use anger and frustration.

Quinn had started the rebellion, but she couldn't keep this up. It would kill her.

It was up to Katniss now, everyone loved her. People would listen to her. Katniss had to end the rebellion, because Quinn physically and mentally would never be able to.