Parker and Sarah were staring at the commotion caused by the ill man at the counter. His hackles were raised, they looked on in horror when the man fell off of his stool. Parker couldn't immediately tell, but he knew that the man was dead. They both flinched when a glass shattered, and Parker was on his feet, kneeling over the violently sick man, checking for a pulse or signs of life.<br/><br/>Sarah slid out after him, taking Emily by the elbow and turning her around. "It's not for your eyes lass, go dial an ambulance..." To be truthful, Sarah loathed the sight of blood, and she would raise no objection of the young waitress needed her company.