Before they go anywhere, Sean darts in front of Mark and demands, "Where are you taking her?!" Mark explains that they're going to do an emergency C-section, and that they need Sean's consent. Sean sputters, "You don't know what the hell you're doing! Have you ever done this before?" Mark says, surely striking pure molten terror directly into Sean's heart, "I've scrubbed in many times." Oh. Great. Well, I've driven my car "many times," but that doesn't mean I'm about to pull onto the track at the Indy 500, douchebag. Sean says that he wants another doctor to do it, but Mark says there isn't time: "If we wait five more minutes, your baby's brain-dead." Sean gets a change of heart and screams, "Oh my god. Go! Go! Go!"