[b]John and Tori - MEC - Buck/Farren/Robert[/b]

After agreeing to follow everything John had instructed, the man had Victoria go get whatever supplies she needed. Tori left his presence and went to the second floor to get some of her bag and what not. On the other hand, John returned to the dining area and stood near the door frame staring into the room at the others. "Prepare yourself Buck, y'all leave in five. Get whatever you need and meet us at the front doors, we'll go to the garage area together" John exclaimed, turning to see Mr. Oswald was falling asleep in the chair he sat. He smirked to himself at the sight of the peaceful older gentleman. "Farren, if it's not too much to ask, do you mind taking Mr. Oswald back to his room" John asked with a smile. He knew she had to take care of little Dean, but he had other things to handle before letting Tori head out. 

As Buck approached him outside the hall, John put his hand on the man's shoulder, stopping his progression. "Listen, I've instructed Tori to do anything she has to if need be. She has her walkie on her at all times, so if I hear anything in respect to you, I promise that you will not take a step back in this hospital. You want to pull your weight, then get this done right and without any problems. I'm not asking you to prove anything to me, prove it to her, because last night you disrespected her and hurt her feelings. You do that again and......." John continued, pausing for a second as he looked up at Buck. "...Let's just say it wont turn out okay for you" he finished, that rash personality coming out. He'd been trying to keep away from being like that, but Buck still hadn't deserved anything better. 

John then let the man go, leaving him to go do what he had instructed him to do. He waited there on the wall until he vanished from sight. John didn't like to come off very aggressive, but sometimes he just had to in order to get his message across. To calm himself, he rubbed his forehead with eyes closed and exhaled loudly. He shook his head in each direction then started for the stairs. 

As he made it to them, he looked up to notice Tori sitting halfway and grabbing her ankle. John quickly acted and ran up to her. "What happened?! Are you okay?!" he asked, his eyes widening as she turned to him with red eyes. "I twisted my ankle" she stated, relieving John from any further anxiety. He overreacted and thought she had broke something. "Can you stand?" he asked her, one hand on her back, the other under her arm to help her up. Once he brought her to her feet, she squealed sharply in pain as her foot came back off the ground. "Let's......Let's just go back upstairs" John said, helping her back to her room, leaving her backpack in the middle of the stairs. 

Once reaching her room, she helped her onto the bed, putting some pillows under the damaged ankle for support. "Does that mean I can't go on the supply run?" she asked, seemingly bummed out by the obvious fact she wont be able to go. "Not in your condition. I'll see if we have any pain relievers or inflammatory ointment just in case. Doesn't look bad, but I'd prefer you get better before doing anything" John said, sitting next to her foot, looking at it for anything out of the ordinary. "Sorry, I was just hurrying up" she said softly. 

"You're fine, don't worry. I'll just make the run myself" John stated, tapping his hand on her shin. "I'll handle it" he added, running his free hand through his hair. "Why not just have Buck go by himself? I'm sure he can take care of it" Victoria stated. "I still don't like him, but he seems to want to help. He apologized John. He apologized" she repeated, a look of disbelief in her eyes. "But if I go with him, who's gonna look after you guys? I can't leave y'all alone, I can't Tori" John answered. 

"I meant that Buck can go alone...."

John wasn't sure about the idea of letting the man go off on his own. Despite their relationship, he was another body who could eventually be of aid. He was a big man too, the muscle was necessary just in case. John had a very hard decision to make, and it whichever one he made wasn't going to be a good one.