Screw his nose up, Mark twisted his lips in some sort of defence of feeling like talking about anything. Days like this, he felt like he spent too much energy in his life talking. It's how he made his millions, after all. It was the first thing that left him when his depression began to take hold. It wasn't that he wouldn't at Sam's nudging but there was no immediate identification of what he should - or wanted to - talk about. But talking wasn't actually going to alter Justin or Sash's immediate condition. All that could be done so far was done. Justin's condition had been serious until they sorted his internal bleeding out but he was stable now and should be through the worst. But Sash was another story. His unstable condition could rapidly deteriorate. Mark couldn't just not leave Justin, he wanted to be here for Sash if anything went wrong. He knew Sam would've connected those dots, though. "Can you have it here at this hospital? The chemo. I don't really bloody understand what you mean when you keep saying it's treatable... curable... however you put it. It's fucking cancer. A type they can't cut out of you. I don't get what I'm supposed to be reassured about."