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Previously on "Life Sentence"...

Sure, I married a guy I barely knew,

but I had cancer.

It was a six-to-eight month
commitment, tops.

I'm cured.

My cancer was gone

and the eight years my family
spent taking care of me

had kind of ruined their lives.

Mom just left Dad.

I thought I made you happy.

You did, Peter. A long time ago.

We have to sell the house
and work until we're 80.

If we sell the house,
where am I going to live?!

I help Lizzie
get into a writers' retreat

so she could finally focus.

See you, babe! I got the kids!

- You know I'm gonna kill you, right?
- Makes sense.

Um, I don't think patients

are allowed to drink wine.

When I was sick, this was my room.

I'm Sadie, by the way.

I'm Stella.

As Lone Pine Hospital's
newest volunteer,

I vowed to make a big
difference in patients' lives

every single day.

Lift.

But so far, they just
made me clean stuff.

Hey, can you pick up some
nail polish tomorrow?

- Absolutely.
- Thanks.

Oh, so, Jill, hi.

Uh, I was just wondering
if maybe I could have

a little more responsibility
around here.

Sadie seems to really
appreciate me, so...

What is happening?
Is there an emergency?

No. There's a new
oncologist on the floor,

and he is hot.

Okay. Well, back to me.

I was just asking if I could be

a little more hands-on
with the patients.

That's not up to me.

And while I was struggling
with my new position at work,

my dad was struggling

to get used to life in the guest house

after the new owners agreed
to let him stay.

Unfortunately, it came with a roommate.

- Aiden.
- Excuse me!

Again?

I asked you not to stand there.

And I asked you to use
the bathroom sink.

That's 23 steps away
and 18 of those are stairs.

It's not gonna happen.

I hope you're enjoying my life.

And Diego was struggling

to get someone to watch his kids,

so he could visit Lizzie
at her writers' retreat.

Hey, Mom!

Diego? What are you doing here?

I tried to call,

uh, but Poppy told me
I could catch you here.

Did she? Thanks, Poppy.

I could really use some help
with the kids tomorrow night.

Oh, Diego. I love those kids.

They are the pride and joy
of my whole life.

But no.

Mom! I know it's been a bit much.

A lot much.

And besides, Poppy and I
already bought movie tickets.

The kids could go with you.

Just cover their eyes
in the violent parts.

Hard pass.

That sucks.

Now who are you gonna get to watch them?

Do you not get why I'm here?

Oh, right.

Well, I mean, we'd love to,

but we have a little date night planned.

Which includes watching
your kids, apparently.

- Oh, thank you.
- This will be fun.

So fun.

Thank you.

You know, I was looking forward to
a night alone with Wes,

but it will be fine.

Speaking of "fine",

have you seen my new oncologist?

He's so hot.

No, I haven't.

But all the nurses
are obsessed with him.

It's ridiculous.

Nurse Jill says he's so gorgeous

that he literally lights up a room.

He does.

Huh.

Hi.

- Oh, hi,
- Dr. William Grant.

Stella Abbott, volunteer.

Great.

Hi, Sadie. How are you feeling today?

- I'm okay.
- Good.

Let's take a look at
your blood work, shall we?

Okay.

Your, uh... your white blood cell count

is exactly the same as last week,

so we just stay the course for now.

Hey, it's a good thing.

It means you're not getting worse.

I'm not getting better.

Hey, we're gonna keep
working on that for you.

Just keep your chin up.

- Stella, it was nice to meet you.
- You, too.

Want a Jello?

Or a...

applesauce, fruit cup?

How about a cure?

You got one,

and you had
the same type of cancer as me.

You're right. I did.

So maybe you can do the same trial.

I... I can talk to your parents
about getting you in.

I live with my aunt.

She works a lot.

That's when it hit me.

When I was sick,
I had people fighting for me.

Sadie didn't have what I had.

You know what? I will handle this.

Wow. I remember Ms. French.

A few months ago,
I'd made my peace with dying.

I still had to go
to the hospital for infusions,

just to keep my energy up,

but I'd given up on
ever hearing good news in here

- until...
- Good news, Stell Belle!

That clinical trial we talked about...

Ms. French got you in.

I thought Dr. Chang said
that it was full?

Well, it was, but your dad
gave quite a speech.

I was very convincing.

You're up for it, right, Stella?

Stella?

- Can I help you?
- Yes, hi, Ms. French.

I don't know if you've heard yet,

but I'm a volunteer now,

and I know that this might be

outside of my
technical responsibilities,

but I wanted to talk to you about
a patient named Sadie Carter.

I was just seeing if
maybe she can be admitted

into the same clinical trial
that I went through?

Unfortunately, we're not
running that trial any longer.

The donor pulled the funding.

- Why would they do that?
- I don't know.

I'm not privy
to those kinds of decisions.

Well...

who's the donor?

That's confidential.

I'm sorry, Stella.

That is not how this was supposed to go.

So?

Do you feel good about my chances?

For the first time,

I understood why people
lied to me when I was sick.

Yes.

Yes, I do.

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What are you doing?

The new owners are in the living room

testing paint colors.

And that green is exactly right.

And they're fools to change it.

By the way, I took your jeans
out of the freezer.

Why would you do that?

Because that's not where jeans go.

Yes, it is.

The freezer gets the stank out.

Word of warning,

do not use those ice cubes.

I don't know who raised you,
but I hate them.

Not pointing any fingers,
but mistakes were made.

You're gonna put on clothes today?

Are you?

Hi.

So, if you needed to find out

some confidential information

about donors to the hospital,

where would you look?

Why?

I'm trying to help Sadie Carter.

I'm not allowed to tell you
that information,

which means...

I'm not allowed to tell you
Ms. French keeps it

in the file cabinet near her desk.

Thank you.

Did we just bond?

I... I feel like we
might have just bonded.

Okay. I'm not gonna push it.

Hey, sis!

Aiden, hey. What are you doing?

Marlene's with
the baby doctor downstairs,

and I need to borrow some money.

But in exchange, I also need your help.

Hm, it's not how an exchange works.

There's something wrong with Dad.

Yesterday, he spent the whole day

watching the new owners paint.

He literally watched paint dry,

and he commented on it.

You need to do something.

No, you need to do something.

- Like what?
- I don't know.

He's clearly lonely,

so go do something fun...

like a father-son thing.

We don't really have
that kind of relationship.

Aiden, Dad let you
move in with him for free,

and he's always been there for you,

so I think it's your turn
to be there for him.

Okay, I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna hang out with
my own father on purpose,

- like an adult.
- Great.

Can I still borrow that cash?

- Uncle Wes!
- Hey!

Yeah! Unh!

I brought a few things.

- Oh, you did.
- You got that?

Yep, that's it, then.

No, not quite.
Just got a couple more bags.

It is still just the one night, right?

- Yeah, totally.
- Okay.

Um, okay, so, uh, the kid toothpaste...

it's somewhere in there.

And, uh, it doesn't really matter

'cause their teeth are gonna
fall out anyways. But...

- Are you good?
- Great. Got it.

Hey, I really appreciate this, man.

I've been leaning on Mom
a lot lately, so...

Wait, wait. You call Ida "Mom"?

- Yeah.
- What do you call her?

I generally avoid calling her anything.

I just don't really have experience

being around a mother
that's so maternal, you know.

Ida's a hugger. My mom was not.

Your mom didn't hug you?

Well, she patted me on the back once,

but I was on fire,

so I can't be sure
that was genuine affection.

Oh, well, hey.

You got Ida now, and she is great.

Uh, by the way, my friend,

you are gonna need this
for Miss Fiona tonight.

Cool.

I'm sure it's fine.

Yeah, probably not,

but, hey, I will pay for whatever it is

or whatever it was.

Um, I got a four-hour drive

and, uh, 24 hours on the ground

- before I have to turn around.
- Not to worry.

Stella's gonna be home soon,

so two of us, two of them.

Hey, seriously, very thankful.

Not a problem.

Okay, who wants to play
a fun game called

"sit still and don't break anything"?

Aah!

I am sorry I had to do that.

But it's for your own good.

You are obsessing over the new owners.

I am not obsessing.

I'm checking to see
if they're still planning

to remove that Japanese maple tree.

Your mom and I planted it
when we moved in.

It looks great there.

Mistake to move it!

Dad, you have to move on.

Mom has. So I'm taking you out tonight.

- I don't want to go out.
- We have to.

Stella said so.

Look, I told her about

your whole "Rear Window" situation,

and she suggested that we go
and do something,

just the two of us.

And she's right.

You got to stop clinging
to this old life.

I'm not clinging.

Oh, no. I know you're not.
I'm just curious though.

What color did they end up
going with in the living room?

Like a beige, but a yellow-beige.

You can tell she liked it
better than he did.

He just caved like a fool and...

Yeah, we should get me out of here.

I knew if I got caught

breaking into Ms. French's office,

it would not be good.

But I wasn't going to get caught.

Hey, what are you doing in here?

What are you doing in here?

I'm here to see Ms. French.

Well, I'm here to...

...steal confidential
patient information,

but, to be fair, it is information
about the clinical trial

that cured my cancer.

I didn't know you had cancer.

I did.

But it's gone now.

So need to know the name
of the anonymous donor

- who funded my trial.
- Why?

Because he pulled all the funding,

and I need to ask him to put it back in

for Sadie.

I'm living proof that
this trial is worth it.

It literally saved my life,

which is why I need
to get it started again.

But this is crazy, Stella.

I know it's a long shot,

but I promised Sadie
that I would fight for her.

And the only thing
standing in the way of that

is this donor named...

Roger Shaw.

Roger Shaw? He's the donor?

- Why, do you know him?
- Well, kind of, yeah.

He owns the 44 Park Hotel.

Matter of fact, they're having
a party there tonight

- for the opening of his new bar.
- So he'll be there.

- Can you introduce me?
- No, I... I feel like

he kind of wants to be anonymous.

Why would he want to be anonymous?

- So that people don't ask him for money.
- Right.

Well, what if I didn't ask him directly?

I feel like you're plotting something.

I am plotting something,

and you are a part of it.

Oh.

Uhp. Reinforcements have arrived!
Thank God.

Uncle Wes, come back!

You're walking on lava!

Quick, back in! Come on, grab
a pillow if you want to live.

So, listen, I know we agreed
to watch the kids tonight.

Um, did we or did you volunteer us?

I'd rather not get
caught up in semantics,

because there is something
I really need to do tonight.

- Seriously?
- I know. Terrible timing.

But I'm trying to get Sadie

the same experimental treatment I got.

At 8:00 p.m. on a Saturday?

I know where the guy who funded
the trial is gonna be tonight

and I need to talk to him
about funding another one.

- Stells?
- Yeah?

Are you sure about this?

I mean, you barely know this guy,

and I don't want you getting hurt

in case it doesn't work out.

Wes, I have to do more than

just wipe the counters at the hospital.

I... I want to make a difference

and this is how I can help.

Okay. I can handle the kids on my own.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You know, I think this
might be the first time

either one of us has gone out
without the other one.

Bound to happen sooner or later.

- All right.
- Wow.

You look...

having a little trouble understanding

why you need to look like that
to help Sadie, though.

Does the hospital turn
into a disco after 10:00?

I am not going to the hospital.

I am going to a hotel.

- Oh, okay.
- Mm-hmm.

Why do you have to go alone?

Nope, not going alone.

Sadie's new doctor knows this guy,

so he's coming to introduce me.

He's go... he's going, too?

Wait, so, you're going to a hotel,

um, with another man

dressed like that?

Is that something married couples do?

It is when you can save
a little girl's life.

I promise I'll make it up
to you tomorrow night.

I have a way better outfit

that I'll wear only for you.

All right, you're on.

Thank you for being so amazing.

I'll be home as soon as I can.

Come on, Dad. We got to go.

And now, I have to stop.

What? Why?

Because we're going to a bar,

not small-claims court.

You know, just leave you here

so that you can tie it on a door handle

when you have company later.

In fact, we should probably
figure out the architecture

for when we both have company,

the basic floor plan
for that inevitable scenario.

I wouldn't worry about it.

I haven't had company like that
in a long time.

Which is why I'm gonna need you

to take that ring off.

It feels too weird not to have it on.

How about this?

It's a start.

Maybe I'm not ready to date.

Whoa, who said anything about dating?

We're talking about casual sex

for morale purposes only.

Dad, I'm gonna be your wingman tonight.

I'm gonna teach you everything I know.

Not to brag,

but I have an almost 100 percent
success rate with women.

That is the exact
definition of bragging.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Tonight isn't about me.
It's all about you.

Though if it helps,

I will jump on a grenade for you.

You don't know what means,
but maybe I'll show you.

Please don't show me.

- Hi, honey.
- Hey

how's your "night out
on the town without me" going?

It's good so far, just waiting
for Dr. Grant to get here.

- How are the kids?
- Actually, not great.

That's why I'm calling.

Fiona isn't feeling very well
and I didn't know who else to call.

- Uncle Wes?
- Yes, sweetheart?

- I think I'm gonna throw up.
- N-n-no, no.

Sweetheart, listen, um, here's the deal.

Wait. What's going on?

If you throw up, I throw up, okay?

Uncle Wes doesn't want to throw up,

so please...

I know exactly what you should do.

I brought two thermometers,
tummy bear, ginger...

just in case she pukes again.

Frank, go get a bucket.

Fiona, honey,

I need you to take this probiotic.

It's delish. Drink up.

Don't worry, Wes. Mom's here.

Everything's under control.

Four scotch and sodas, please.

It's happy hour so we buy
all of our drinks now.

I feel like that's self-explanatory,

but I'm not entirely sure
what you do and do not know.

Well, I know that we are not
buying the drinks,

because that was my credit card.

I will get the next round.

Okay. Hot chick. Four o'clock.

That's not four o'clock.

Do you know how to tell time?

Stop stalling. Go get her, tiger.

Hi.

"Hi"?

"Hi". I can't believe we're related.

Watch this.

Excuse me, miss.

I don't mean to embarrass you,

but you have something on your face.

What?

Beauty.

That is the cheesiest thing
I have ever heard.

That can't possibly work!

Oh, it does.

They laugh, I laugh. It breaks the ice.

And you follow up with something
that shows who you really are.

No one wants to hear about my sad life.

Modern women want a man

who can communicate, be vulnerable.

Now we just got to figure out

what the winning play for you is.

You know what's been
working for me lately?

I'm from a broken home.

That could work for you, too.

They don't need to know that

you're the guy who broke it.

Hey, there.

Hi.

You remind me of my father.

But I really love my father.

- Stella, hey.
- Hi.

Wow. You look great.

- Oh, so do you.
- Thank you.

- Ooh.
- Oh, hey.

First day on the new feet, huh?

Yeah, I haven't spent much time in heels

in the last eight years, so...

Oh, my God.

- Stella?
- Daddy?

Hands off, lady.

He's my daddy tonight.

This is his fault.

This was your father-son idea,

bringing Dad here to meet women?

Don't judge me when you're at a bar

with some dude who isn't your husband.

Oh, no, no.
We just... we work together.

- Yeah.
- Dr. William Grant.

- Hi.
- And this is my phone. Excuse me.

Okay, well. I appear to be going away.

- Aah!
- Ugh.

I should probably go
monitor that situation.

That's a drastic drop
in the white-blood cell count.

Go ahead and put her on oxygen.

There's not much we can do
for her at this point.

- Thank you.
- What... is Sadie okay?

- Wh... what's happening?
- Oh, no, no. Sadie's fine.

This is a totally different patient.

Oh, thank God.

I... I mean, no, not "thank God"

that your other patient's getting worse.
I just mean...

"Thank God Sadie's okay"...

well, at least for now,

and, hopefully, for a really long time

once we nail down our mission.

You talk a lot.

I know, but don't worry

because my ability to talk
will be a great asset

when we casually run into Roger Shaw

and I casually mention

that his clinical trial saved my life

and he reinstates the trial.

I could use some liquid courage, though.

Two habanero martinis, please.
Thank you.

How do you have any idea what I like?

It's just a guess.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

- I love it.
- Told you.

But I can order myself.

One habanero martini, please.

- Are you always like this?
- Yes.

- Are you always like that?
- Like what?

Like you know all the answers
to everything?

Oh, that. Yeah, no, I've
been like that since birth.

So is that why you became a doctor,

so you can tell people what to do?

Okay, I'm offended by that

because I became a doctor for one reason

and one reason only...

my high-school emo band
didn't get a record deal.

Excuse me.

It's the hospital. Sorry.

Dr. Grant.

What happened to your handsy friend?

She left me for someone who, apparently,

looks even more like her father.

Hi. What's up?

Uh, hi.

I'm Peter,

- Peter Abbott.
- Peter Rabbit?

- Just call me Peter.
- Okay.

So, uh, just to be vulnerable,

I'm kind of having
a rough time right now.

My wife left me.

I'm living in a guesthouse
with my adult son.

That is so, uh...

- I feel sorry for you.
- Well, you should.

It's truly horrible.

You have something on your face.

Oh, my God.

Stacy? Why didn't you tell me
I had something on my face?

Okay, I can't do this.

That was... you're great at this.

Pretty run-of-the-mill stuff.

My mom would have told me to buck up

and stop embarrassing her

in the bathroom, in our house,

with no one else around.

You don't talk about your mom much.

Yeah, well. Don't talk to my mom much.

Not everyone's as lucky as your kids.

Well, I am lucky to have
a son-in-law like you.

Oh, it's Diego.

Finally responded to my text.

Well, I'll check on Fiona before I go.

Okay.

- What's up, buddy?
- Look, I'm sorry to bother you.

Fiona threw up and I kind of panicked.

Yeah, there's a little flu bug
going around their school.

- Is she okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

Everything's under control.
I called Ida 'round for backup.

No. No, no, no, no, no. Wes, no.

Ida doesn't do well with sick.

What are you talking about?

Let's just say that she has
a tendency to overreact.

She seems fine.

Fiona's good
and Ida's about to head home.

Okay.

All good here.
Don't worry about a thing.

Okay.

Wes, we have a problem!

Fiona has a fever. It's nearly 101.

We need to take her
to urgent care, right now!

Try doubling the
Narcan, but don't intubate.

She's CTD.

Thank you.

What's CTD?

Um, it's, uh... it's just doctor speak.

For...

For circling the drain.

Wow, that is...

really heartless.

No, this is how all doctors talk.

It's just our way of detaching.
It's not personal.

That's just another way of
saying that you don't care.

You don't think I care?

Stella, you have no idea
the things that I've seen.

Okay, you... you've been
working at the hospital

for, what, a week now?

Oh.

Wait, where are you going?

To the hospital. My CTD is crashing.

I'm sorry, my patient.

I may have been abandoned by Dr. Grant,

but I wasn't giving up.

I still had an ace up my sleeve.

Hi, where's Dad?

Just look for the sweater vest.

He'll be the guy inside it. Why?

Well, he gave this speech

that got me into my clinical trial,

and now I need his help with Sadie.

I'm gonna have to say "No".

No to what?

You told me earlier today
to take care of Dad, right?

Dad's done fighting cancer.

I'm trying to get him to
take a step forward tonight,

not two steps back.

Okay. You're right.

Well, I'll just figure out

how to talk to Roger Shaw myself.

You got this, sis.

If there's one thing
you don't need help with,

it's talking.

Okay. Back at it.

This is a great conversation starter.

Don't know what's in it,
just pretend to like it.

Aiden, I really appreciate this.

It's no problem.
I just told the bartender

to dump in all the stuff with colors.

I mean, tonight.

Uh, tonight's not over yet.

It is for me.

N... what about her?

Thank you for trying, but I can't do it.

I don't know if I'll ever
be able to do it again.

Maybe your mother was it for me.

Dad, you're old.

You're not dead. You can still
have a great time tonight.

I did have a great time

because I got
to spend time with my son.

You know the last time
you asked me to hang out?

We saw the Mariners lose to the Yankees.

I must have been 15.

I can't believe you remember that.

You were 12, actually.

That was one of
the best days of my life.

So, the next time
you want to do something,

I don't need all this, whatever this is.

I just...

need you.

And maybe a beer.

All right, let's get out of here

before you make me cry in this bar.

You stay.

- I'm fine on my own.
- Not a chance.

This is our night out.

Or this is a decent stopping point

if we just want to call it.

- Bye, son.
- Bye.

We're making a mistake!

We need to take her to urgent care.

I spoke to Lizzie and Diego.

They said a 100.8 fever
is no cause for concern.

Then let's check again!

No, we've already
checked it three times.

I need to call Lizzie.

No, we just got off the
phone with Lizzie.

- Please, just relax for a minute.
- I can't relax.

Something could turn on a dime.

I'm checking her temperature again.

I... no, Ida. Listen.

I'm gonna have to ask you

to put the thermometer
down and step back.

Lizzie and Diego said
they want her to rest.

- That's what she needs right now.
- They're not here.

They... they don't see what I'm seeing.

She's sleeping peacefully.

I think you're being
irrational about this.

It's not irrational
to make sure Stella's okay.

You mean Fiona.

Oh, thank you,
but I probably shouldn't.

Actually, yes, I could use
a little more courage.

Courage for what?

Oh, I'm waiting for the owner
of the hotel.

I scoped it out with the waiter,

and he's gonna be sitting at that table

and I'm gonna give
this big, uplifting speech

so he gives me a bunch of money.

That's gonna be some speech.

Right? I can't wait to hear it.

So, what do you need money for?

I am a volunteer at Lone Pine Hospital.

He's a big donor, but he pulled the
funding for this clinical trial.

Why did he pull the funding?

My theory is he's a huge d-bag

who just wanted to invest
his money in fancy hotels,

instead of people.

Maybe.

Or maybe all clinical trials

have to present
a standard rate of repetition

that this one couldn't attain.

You know, for a bartender,

you sure do know a lot
about clinical trials.

Oh, my God. Please don't tell...

Roger Shaw.

Huge d-bag.

Spinning wheel of death.

Probably my crappy karma
jamming the hotel Wi-Fi.

You could take it up
with the hotel concierge,

but she's waiting for an Uber

because her ex-husband
just had her car repossessed.

- Eesh.
- Yeah.

This whole divorce thing

is turning out to be a real drag.

Going through one myself.

Bet you mine's worse.

- Oh, really?
- Uh-huh.

Did your ex serve you divorce papers

on your birthday?

Oh, ho.

Did your ex take a sledgehammer

to a wall in your house?

Did your ex take everything?

I mean, everything.

Mine took tampons.

Mine left those for me
because there were plenty

at her new girlfriend's house.

Damn. You win.

- I'm Lauren.
- Oh, I'm Peter.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, it really is.

Huh.

I keep my special stash back here.

I'm particular with my cocktails.

Have a wonderful evening.

Oh, my God, Stella. Start talking.

Wait! I need your money!

Stop talking.

Was that your uplifting speech

'cause, I got to say, I expected
it would be a bit longer.

What I'm trying to say is that...

It's okay. You said it earlier.

You need my money.

I said, "I pulled the funding

because the trial wasn't effective".

Yes, it was.

That trial saved my life

and now it could save my friend's.

Her name is Sadie,

and I should probably tell you

that she's sweet and kind
and optimistic,

but, truthfully,

she's a sarcastic, little cynic...

totally the anti-me...

but that is what I love about her.

And she's also a little wise
beyond her years,

which is so amazing,

but it also breaks my heart,

because I don't know
if she'll make to those years.

But if you put the money back in,

maybe she will.

Now that was a good speech.

I'll tell you what.
I'll put the money back in.

As soon as they figure out

how to repeat the results you got.

The FDA rejected the protocol.

Only one person survived.

What?

I was the only one?

Oh.

Well, how long will it take
to start the trial back up?

A year, maybe two.

What if Sadie doesn't last that long?

Well, that's the best I can do.

I wanted to scream
that the best wasn't enough,

I wanted to tell him
too many kids were dying.

Instead I said...

Thank you.

So, a week after camping,
my son comes home,

and he refuses to pee
anywhere but outside.

Oh, my son still nature-pees
whenever he can,

and he's 27.

Ugh, I can't believe how late it is.

Ah, I'm sorry. I'm rambling.

I should let you get home.

Why?

Any interest in grabbing a drink

somewhere... not here.

Well, that is my all-time
favorite place.

You didn't have to text me.

I would have found you up here.

Hey.

How's Dad doing?

He's okay, actually.

What about you?

I don't know.

I think I might be in over my head.

I had no idea that it would be this hard

advocating for someone.

I... I thought it would be
as easy for me

as it was for Mom and Dad.

Is that what you think?

Stella, it was never easy.

And that's when Aiden told me the truth

about what my parents
went through for me.

It wasn't a single uplifting speech

that got me into that trial.

Week after week,
my parents would come in,

sludge their way through
healthcare bureaucracy,

and plead my case.

Sometimes threatening...

...sometimes negotiating.

And, finally, my father...
my proud father...

...was reduced to begging.

It was a long...

road and it took a lot out of them.

They were in there all the time,

making sure the air vents in your room

were pointed the right way,

getting you the latest equipment.

They fought hard.

They went through hell, huh?

They did.

But you're worth it.

Yes, Sadie is, too.

But... what if I can't do it?

What if I can't give her

the same happy ending
that Mom and Dad gave me?

You can't think like that.

You can't stop trying.

You just have to know, going into it,

that sometimes it's gonna hurt a lot.

But that is life and it's... it's love.

It's the whole thing.

You know, it's weird how often
you're right,

considering you still
only wear slip-on shoes.

Fast asleep.

Thank you for calming me down.

I may have... slightly overreacted.

I did think you were gonna
call medevac at one point.

Oh, you probably think
I'm a crazy person.

I do.

And fierce and loving.

And used to taking care of someone

who needed an unbelievable
level of concern.

I mean, I barely got a glimpse

of what you went through
with Stella and I...

I'll never be the same for it.

When Stella was 15,

she told me she was feeling sick,

but she couldn't describe
exactly what was wrong,

so I chalked it up
to back-to-school stress.

It took me a month
to take her to the doctor.

For the longest time, I blamed myself,

"If only I had taken her sooner".

But she's okay now.

But sometimes, I'm just not sure I am.

Hey, we're all here for you.

It's what family's for.

Thank you.

Oh.

- Speaking of family.
- Hm.

Hey, Diego.

Hey, just wanted to make sure

that everything was okay over there.

Everything's great.

Kids are sleeping.

I am just sitting here with... Mum.

Did you just call me Mum?

He totally did.

Yeah.

I love my boys.

Oh, I'm so glad
that tonight was a success

because I was actually
wondering if you're free,

- maybe you could...
- You're breaking up, mate.

Oh, I... I was just gonna ask...

Hard to hear. What?

I can see you.

Now that I knew what
it was like to lose a battle,

I understood why Dr. Grant
needed to detach.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I came to apologize

about the whole "heartless" thing.

Clearly, you're not.

Did your patient...

I was wrong.

This isn't just a job to you.

My big brother's name was Jesse.

And, uh, he liked BMX

and... the Seahawks

and any song by The Shins.

He was my hero.

And in every single patient I treat,

every single one, I see him.

And when I lose one,

I lose my brother all over again.

I'm so sorry.

Stella, I know what you're going through

because I know what it's like

to wake up every single day
and wonder...

"Why am I the one that lived?"

How do you do it?

How do you keep going?

You take the wins
when you can get them...

...and you try not to let the losses

throw you too far off track.

There's a reason that
you want to help people.

Don't forget that.

Hey, you're back.

- I'm back.
- I'm glad.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

How are the kids?

The kids are great.

And...?

Mum? She's good.

She left about 20 minutes ago.

Did you just call her "mum"?

- My mom?
- I did.

How did your mission go?

Uh, I failed.

But I'm gonna keep trying.

Do you know you don't have to do this?

Most people wouldn't want
to set foot in a hospital

after what you went through.

Well, I'm not most people.

No, you're not.

Lauren?

Aiden?

What are you doing here?!

I live here with my father

whose room you just came out of.

- Oh, God.
- Yeah...

So, I guess what I'm saying is...

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you

the trial had been pulled.

But it should be up and running

in a year or two.

Looks like I'll just have
to stick around until then.

Oh, I insist.

Although we are not gonna
sit around waiting.

What's all this?

17 current clinical trials

that Dr. Grant and I are
gonna submit you for.

Wow.

Thank you.

Are those vents blowing right on you?

Is there a diminutive woman
standing on a bed,

waving her arms around?

- Yep.
- Great.

I'm just making sure you see that, too.

Thanks.

I see you got the brochures.

I did. Thank you.

Well, thank Stella. We're lucky
to have her on the team.

I know.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

One second.

Walking out of that hospital,

I felt like I could handle
anything life threw at me.

Hey, that was a little win there, huh?

Yeah.

The look on her face was pretty cool.

- Thank you for helping me with her.
- Of course.

Okay, well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm late to meet my husband
for dinner, so...

- How long have you been married?
- Six months.

It's a shame I didn't meet you
seven months ago.

Have a good night.

But I didn't expect that.

Hey, gorgeous. Ready to go?

Yeah. Absolutely.

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