Marc shook his head and stood up, but he didn't bother touching Sidney at this point "Sid..." he sighed in exasperation, frustration, a lot of emotions really - none of them directly aimed at his friend, but mostly just the situation at hand "We knew that Silas' body couldn't handle a delivery, the cysts only made complications worse." he said quietly, feeling like a failure himself... He was happy that his two friends were adding to their family, but bad things always seemed to happy to Sidney and Silas, and he just wished he could give them the break they really, truly, deserved.
He felt at fault for all that was happening now, should have insisted on his friends getting a donor - they knew the risks though, and those risks only got higher the farther along Silas got. A man in medical scrubs came out into the private waiting area, covered from the waist down in what looked like gallons of blood "We managed to stop all the bleeding, cauterized all of the cysts, and removed several that were close to rupturing but hadn't yet." he said fast, looking at Marc with worried eyes "We have to remove everything... And..." he rubbed his neck with a clean hand "That includes his male reproductive system as well - there were two cysts that were growing on the Ejaculatory Duct. Is this the man's husband?" the doctor asked, nodding toward Sidney. Marc nodded his head in confirmation.
The other doctor nodded and turned to Sidney "Mr. Flint, I'm Doctor Roswell, I'm the chief medical surgeon here. You'll have to fill the forms out later... but right now I need permission to remove your husband's reproductive system altogether. This means that you two will no longer be able to have children. Do I have your consent to remove everything?" he asked in a professional manner, but his words were kind, sympathetic, not unlike most surgeons who just wanted their consent and to take off once received.
You can lead a horse to water, but cannot force a horse to drink.