[b]Farren North – Methodist Hospital – Buck/John/Victoria[/b]

Farren blinked a few times in surprise at John’s whisper, as she’d already told him she and Buck were just friends. “I watch everyone,” she whispered back quietly, shifting the heavy child in her hands. The weight of her words came from too many people trying her trust and losing it. She was watching Buck. And John. And anyone else. She had to for Dean. 

And with that her smooth expression turned from his deep eyes and moved to the redhead, following her like John said. The girl led them to a room on the second floor, but only unlocked one door. Farren looked confused until she offered to roll in another bed. Farren blushed slightly and smiled, shaking her head. “I’m sorry hon, I just met Buck tonight. We’re friends. And not [i]those[/i] kind of friends,” she chuckled, smirking over at Buck. But it looked like her new friend was still agitated by their welcome and questioned the girl about John. Farren rolled her eyes and just decided this room would be hers and her sons. “Goodnight!” she interjected at the two before shutting the door behind her. The click of it woke Dean who began crying. Tired tears sprung to Farren’s own eyes as she bounced him around, whispering ‘shhh’ to mellow his cries, but he continued. She was at a point she was so tired all she had were tears, so she just brought him up on the bed with her, dropping the bag nearby, and cuddled up to him. They cried together until passing out, Farren barely able to feel her arms and legs.