Sam took the small bottle of water out of his robe pocket that the nurse wanted him to keep sipping if he could and had a small drink. It was about all he was managing to keep down at the moment. But with another dose of fluids and electrolytes, he knew he would probably be doing better in the coming hours. "Jus is his father's son. Sash is his father's son. These kids, they fight to get up whenever they're knocked down. Forget what you think you need to do or what anyone else thinks needs to be done. What do you think Justin and Sash would want. If either of them were up to making the choices right now, what do you think they would choose? It's as simple as that. Jus is more like you than you realise. I'm not talking his illness or his substance issues. Your heart and soul. He won't fold on any of this without a fight. Neither will you. Because you never have before. Every single fucking time you fell, you got back up. And you'll do it again."
"It's not that, Sparky. I lost a child. Even if I never had the chance to meet him or hold him, I know the pain. It's, um..." He paused with a sigh. "I've got some decisions to make and not a whole lot of time to make them. But it's not important. In the grander scheme of things going on right now, it doesn't really matter. I think I know what's for the best anyway..." He didn't want to burden anyone with the things he was trying to work out before they got the call about Justin and Sash's accident. Sometimes, he did believe that life threw things at you to remind you what was important and what really mattered. Normally, he would've talked it all out with Mark over a burger and Bundy Ginger Beer (in lieu of Mark being able to have a general beer). The last thing Mark needed was more to trouble him. Sam was doing his very best to shield Mark from the pain of his cancer diagnosis considering it was what sent him falling off the wagon from great heights. He didn't want to pile it on Alexis, either. But he, himself, couldn't just shelve dealing with the cancer until things with his family settled down.
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"It's not that, Sparky. I lost a child. Even if I never had the chance to meet him or hold him, I know the pain. It's, um..." He paused with a sigh. "I've got some decisions to make and not a whole lot of time to make them. But it's not important. In the grander scheme of things going on right now, it doesn't really matter. I think I know what's for the best anyway..." He didn't want to burden anyone with the things he was trying to work out before they got the call about Justin and Sash's accident. Sometimes, he did believe that life threw things at you to remind you what was important and what really mattered. Normally, he would've talked it all out with Mark over a burger and Bundy Ginger Beer (in lieu of Mark being able to have a general beer). The last thing Mark needed was more to trouble him. Sam was doing his very best to shield Mark from the pain of his cancer diagnosis considering it was what sent him falling off the wagon from great heights. He didn't want to pile it on Alexis, either. But he, himself, couldn't just shelve dealing with the cancer until things with his family settled down.