Mark hadn't even noticed that Sam had been watching Sash while they spoke. A few harsh expletives fell from his lips when Sam jumped up and said what he did. His own chair scraped on the lino as he pushed it back in a hurry to get out of Sam's way. Sam might not have his doctor's hat on here but he still had a doctor's heart and mind, he was trained to respond immediately to things like this. He put his hand on his chest in concern, feeling his gut drop as he watched the flurry of action around Sash in the connecting room. Checking Justin was still asleep and not witnessing this, he smoothed his hand over his son's hair, still trying to soothe him even if he wasn't conscious to this abrupt turmoil.

A jumble of thoughts and fears sped through his mind at what Sash having a seizure might mean. Sam didn't intercept to help, obviously, but he did stay near the door and observed what was going on. Mark lost track of time and how long all this went on for. It felt like a really long time and that couldn't be good. As things calmed down, Sam was having a conversation with one of the doctors, if the scrubs and lab coat was anything to go on. He stayed close to Justin until Sam eventually came back into the room. "What the fuck was that? Is he okay? F-Fuck... what does it mean? Is he still alive?"