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Sorry.

Sorry, it was a bad night.

Yeah, I know it's 3:00 p.m.

Still a hard night.

You look like you
come to confession a lot.

Sorry.

That was judgy.

Are you okay?

D-Do you need help?

I'm sitting in a church,

and I'm holding a bag of my own puke.

I mean, that feels like
a complete answer.

I don't think it gets
more "I need help" than that.

You could be holding a bag
of someone else's puke.

Sorry.

You're funny.

I just... I wasn't expecting that.

Sorry, that was judgy again.

I-I'm trying to do better there.

- I'm Aubrey.
- I'm Sasha.

You look like you can afford
really expensive moisturizer.

It's hard to believe you've
ever done anything bad.

Hey, Aubrey?

Do you want to go first? I can wait.

I-I would appreciate that very much.

Are you sure you're not an angel?

Sorry. I'm-I'm real.

I don't think
I'll ever get to see an angel.

You know, but if I do...

...I hope she looks like you.

I did something.

Well, I've-I've done a lot of things,

but when I think about most of them...

...you know, I can imagine
finding my way back.

I can imagine...

doing better, I can imagine
being better, but...

This one thing, though, I don't know.

It feels too big.
It just feels like too much.

I promise you, that's not true.

We can always find our way
back to God.

Somebody loved me.

You know, somebody who didn't have to.

Somebody looked at me...

...looked at
this and said, "I love you."

And I...

I took from him.

I took his trust. I took his money.

It's bad.

You know, if I could just
make it up to him,

I'd feel like I could start,

I feel like I could be me again,

but it's just too big.

Ah, I'm sorry.

I'm not, I'm not ready for this,
I'm just not ready...

She needs help!

Call 911 right now.

Tell them we have
a likely opioid overdose.

Aubrey, can you hear me?

You overdosed.

I need to know what you took.

Angel.

Oh, can you do something for me?

I'm not an angel, I'm your doctor.

The Narcan's working,

but we need to know what you took.

'80s. Guy said they were '80s.

Can you sell this for me?

Sell it and give all the money
to Beanie.

Radio ahead,
tell Dr. Mayes we're coming

with a cardiac arrest.

- What has she gotten?
- We've done four rounds of epi.

Second dose of naloxone.
She's still asystolic.

- No ROSC.
- How long has it been?

- 15 minutes.
- Hold compressions.

Dr. Lubbock.

It's been too long.

Time of death is 4:04 p.m.

We'll send her tox panel,
figure out what caused this.

I'm not supposed to be afraid.

I ain't supposed to be weak, either.

I think anyone would be anxious
in your situation.

I know I would.

I remember your dad.

He had two pick-sixes
against West Virginia.

Changed the whole season.

He was also gonna go
top five in the draft.

- Same as you.
- Okay, yeah,

but my dad...

He just collapsed.

Senior year, the same as me.

All right? Now, they said
it was a heart attack,

but what if it was
something inside of him?

And what if I got that, too?

We sequenced your entire genome.

I've seen every single thing
there is inside of you.

All right?
And I get why you're struggling.

Plus, you're a senior now, too.

But if I saw anything in your results

that would put you at risk,

I would do anything I could
to stop you from playing.

I go to the mat for my patients.
You can ask around.

I already did.

You're the real.

So, I'm safe?

- I can go back to practice?
- You're safe.

You can enjoy it. You've earned it.

Yo, coach. I'm good to go.

- You sure, Jaylen?
- Yeah,

the man knows his business.

He says I'm cool.

Thanks for doing this.

You mind if I get a second
with my player?

Yeah, of course. Take your time.

Oh, a defensive coordinator from Pitt.

Cool.

Yeah, man, got to admit.

That's cool.

I'm the team's orthopedic consultant.

- I'm aware of that.
- Josh and I met at the stadium.

We've been dating
for a month and a half.

He's divorced, one misdemeanor
charge in college,

long since expunged.

No other criminal record.

Cool.

Didn't ask, but cool.

You keep saying "cool."

I know you didn't ask, I'm just...

saving you the trouble.

You don't have to launch
into one of your, you know,

inadvertent investigations.

Those are the facts on Josh.

- Cool.
- Hey, Dr. Dubs.

Can I get a picture for my feed?

- You got it.
- Hey. - I'll take it.

- 'Preciate you.
- Here we go.

One, two, three.

For sure.

Doc, you the GOAT, bro.

Thanks again for doing this.

- Mm-hmm.
- Seriously.

See you later, GOAT.

Does it bother you?

That Mary's boyfriend has
a cooler job than you do?

Okay, I reject that premise.

I mean, what's cooler
than the human genome?

- Hey.
- Hi.

You okay?

Dr. Mayes said that
you were still in here.

I'm okay.

Overdose.

Won't be the last one
we have here today.

You know, I talked to her.

She wanted something better.

She was hoping for a change.

Goodbye, Aubrey.

I'll get this to Beanie for you.

I hope you see your angel.

Oh, my God.

Aubrey?

You died.

How could I be dead?

I have my own angel.

This is a straight-up miracle.

Uh, could be a lot of things.

Just can't put a label on it just yet.

I was dead.

I mean, I'm alive again.

That's called a miracle.

You know, I asked
for the chance to do one thing.

I died. I came back.

I'm not wasting time.
I'm doing the one thing.

What are you looking to do, Aubrey?

Well, I have to raise $185,000
and give it to my ex-fiancé.

H-His family has a place
in Bloomfield.

They serve pierogies,
they're awesome, but...

Beanie made them amazing.

It's like wild boar meat, you name it.

Beanie wanted to drag the city
into the modern era,

and he raised money
to open up a fancy place.

And what happened?

Something beautiful.

Something that came and then

left...

and set me spinning.

And I'm not,
I'm not saying it's an excuse,

but I did go off the rails.
I spent the money.

And-and you can't arrest me

because it was in both of our names.

But I...

I st... I stole it just the same.

You know, I melted
down, I took Beanie's money.

And he was never the same
after that, and...

...I was never the same after that.

Lazarus Syndrome.

It was named after the biblical
figure who rose from the dead.

Every so often, a patient
who appears to be dead

by every conceivable measure

auto-resuscitates.

Tends to be short-lived.

Dr. Lubbock,

what do we think happened
in this case?

Aubrey's overdose
suppressed her breathing.

Combine that with alcohol,

and an underlying respiratory
condition like asthma,

- Aubrey could've slipped into a...
- Death?

Death-like condition.

And here she is.

- Good as new.
- Not quite.

Most patients who come back
with Lazarus Syndrome

are gone for good
within five or six hours.

Exactly. We need to find out
about any underlying conditions

that caused Aubrey's condition,

and we need to treat it and
keep her alive in a lasting way.

If she even wants that.

Aubrey wants a do-over.

Her "main mission," as she puts it,

is to raise $185,000

to make up for the worst thing
that she ever did.

$185,000 to do what, exactly?

She wants to open
an upscale pierogi place.

Check that, she wants to give it
to her ex-fiancé

so he opens up
an upscale pierogi place.

So the worst thing this woman ever did

was block a fancy pierogi place
from opening its doors?

Those better be some tasty pierogi.

She took the money this guy saved.

It haunts her.

If Aubrey believes this is
the worst thing she ever did,

who are we to question that?

You all must have that one thing.

The sin that keeps you up at night.

The one that gives you the chills

every single time you think about it.

Aubrey Kowalska is living
under a ticking clock.

And, yeah, she's more than welcome

to interpret her survival
as a miracle,

but let's give her a whole
lifetime to be a better person.

Crofts, run the workups

while Ingrid and Sasha dig
into Aubrey's background.

Dr. Watson.

You had 20 minutes budgeted
for this differential.

We usually take
the time we need, Brenda.

Y'all don't keep a schedule,

and that's why
you've got a backlog of cases.

Does anyone else miss Shinwell?

Shinwell's on sabbatical.
He'll be back soon enough.

It won't kill us to be
a little more disciplined.

Itwon't kill us. Brenda might.

You're gonna die someday.

I'm aware of that.

Well, everyone's aware of that.

But do you live with that knowledge?

I mean, like, really live with it?

My brother and I are
very much acquainted with the concept.

Even more than you may presume.

If you were to die today,

tomorrow, someday very, very soon,

is this what you would do?

I think so.

You're lucky.

Hey, would you like to buy
a 2006 Honda Civic Coupe?

It doesn't have the original motor.

It doesn't have
the original paint job, either.

But, I mean, it has character.

- Would be an upgrade.
- How about you?

I'm selling everything I own.

I'll-I'll make you a screaming deal.

I have a car.

You sure you just want to...

get rid of everything?

Odds are, we figure out
what's wrong with you.

I'd hate for you to leave here
with nothing.

It's what I have to do.

I'll sell the car. This pendant.

You know, and all the rest.

It'll get me...

not even close to $185,000,

but I figure I'll take the first step,

then figure out the next
when the time comes.

Sounds like a very intentional
way of living.

One day with a clear purpose
beats a thousand

that you drift right through.

Oh, can I interest either of you
in a, in a used dresser?

I used a sponge to paint it,

but I only got like...
well, halfway through.

You ever seen an example

of sponge-painted furniture?

It was $85. It'll be fine.

That half-painted
sponge-dabbed dresser

will really tie the room together.

Yeah, I'm sure Sasha's gonna love it.

You have something like that?

You jolt back to life
in a hospital bed,

and you're here
for a limited time only.

What would you do?
What would you undo?

You might expect mine to involve
narcotic pain pills,

but...

somehow I keep thinking about
lacrosse practice.

You never played lacrosse.

That's not strictly true.

For about five days,
right after I got to Colgate,

I decided I should be
on the lacrosse team.

I liked those bags
they carried around.

I really liked the attention they got.

And so I figured,
why shouldn't that be me?

I just figured I...

I don't know, I had the...

the essence of the sport within me.

So I'd show up,

pick it up in a day or two

and play at a collegiate level.

And I could carry
one of those bags around.

- How do you think that went?
- Terribly.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

It was five days of sheer humiliation.

I still have dreams about it.

Those days just
still jump into my mind

during otherwise peaceful moments.

If I ever came back from the dead

with a fire under my ass...

...I'd wipe those days from existence.

What about you?

I have a moment like that.

But it's not like Aubrey's.

Can't be undone.

Michael wants to drive with me

on the Autobahn.

I want to see the Black Forest.

Germany seems
like a decent compromise,

but I don't know.

The Northern Lights is
on my bucket list.

Lapland, Finland.

Dark all the time,
but they have fun anyway.

You stay in these glass pods,
so the lights reflect on you

all night long.

Sounds like someplace worth seeing.

- John?
- Hmm?

Oh. I'm sorry.

This picture of me and Josh Gibson...

Looks like there's
something weird in his left eye.

You want to talk about
your ex's new boyfriend?

No, I mean, it's...

probably a trick of the camera, right?

What else would it be?

Almost definitely nothing, I'm sure.

But I want to see the Northern Lights,

so if this is an invite,

my question to you would be...

when are we talking?

Early March, five days,
not including flights.

Great. I want to go.

I think I have a commitment

to speak in Singapore in early March.

But if I can get out of that,

sounds like fun, I want to go.

Okay.

Mary.

John?

Hello?

Sorry to wake you up.

Stephens and I came in early
to assess everything

that came back from Aubrey's labs.

I was gonna get up soon anyway.
What's up?

Watson, it's not good.

There's enlargement
of her cardiac silhouette

on her X-rays.

Could be early pericardial effusion.

Oh, she's too young to have
so much cardiac damage.

Need to get her to the ICU.

We can't move her anywhere.

Aubrey left UHOP early this morning.

No, she is in a very dangerous state.

We need to find her immediately.

I made a mistake.

And I-I want to make up for it.

You know, I-I sold all of my stuff.

I'm still short.

Uh, my ex, Beanie, you
know, h-he's a member here.

So is his family.

So was I, once upon a time, um...

Maybe you pass the basket today,

and it-it all goes
to make up for what I did?

Sorry. I just got to, um...

I'm gonna sit down for just a sec...

Call an ambulance.
She's in cardiac arrest.

We need to get her back to UHOP.

Hey. I heard Aubrey
Kowalska had a heart attack?

You're about halfway
to the right answer.

Aubrey stood up in church
this morning,

had a major spontaneous
coronary artery dissection.

Heart attack's meaner cousin.

Black sheep of
big-ticket coronary disasters.

Cardiology placed a stent
to stabilize the vessel,

but it collapsed within an hour.

They're now recommending a CABG.

A full coronary bypass.

Okay, you don't need me
to tell you how bad this is,

but she's our patient,

and we're gonna see this through.

I thought we were
in the middle of a bypass.

They called it off.

Aubrey's on her way back to her room.

But her artery, she had
a spontaneous dissection.

Seems she did.

Did her coronary artery
dissect itself or not?

Best we can tell, it did.

That doesn't fix itself.

Not in my experience, no.

But somehow, she's improving.

Sasha and Ingrid,
review her bloodwork.

See if they missed anything.

We don't want this type of thing
happening again.

I'm gonna look into
her family history. Crofts,

sort through Aubrey's place.

I made a mistake.

And I want to make up for it...

Aubrey might not need our help.

Someone recorded her
at Saint Casimir's.

She's still 100 grand shy,
but give it a day or two.

You have plenty of regret.

If you even feel regret.

If you had a window to undo

the biggest damage you ever did...

what would it be?

Undergrad.

Romantic Poets midterm.

I didn't study.

Couldn't care less about
Samuel Coleridge or whoever.

I didn't even show up
to take the test.

You wanted med school.

Can't be skipping midterms.

It was a calculated skip.

Professor Colburn,
he was an alcoholic.

We all knew it.

So I just showed up for office hours,

told him I never got my midterm back,

and watched him dig through
stacks of paper in his office

while his blood pressure
shot through the roof.

We ultimately settled on an A-minus.

So, why that test?

Why that professor?

His hands were shaking

while he was digging through all
the different stacks of paper

in his office.

Stuck with me.

You need me for anything more,
Dr. Watson?

No, I'm good, thanks.

Oh, wait, Brenda.

Actually, can you take a look
at something for me?

Do you see the white circle
in that man's eye?

I see the white circle in your
ex-wife's boyfriend's eye, yes.

Okay, the boyfriend part's
not relevant.

Look, the white anomaly
is called leukocoria.

In rare cases, someone's eyes

flash white instead of red
in a picture.

Now, that could indicate
retinoblastoma.

- It's very serious.
- Mm.

And all these other pictures
of your ex-wife's boyfriend?

Are other instances
of me looking for leukocoria.

Uh-huh.

So, the world's greatest doctor...

I don't know about all that.

...he sees retinoblastoma,
and instead of saying something,

he's looking through old pictures.

Well, it could also be Coats' disease,

which is less serious, but...

Look, I'm trying
to stay out of it, I am.

I just have a tendency
to get over-involved.

Hmm.

- Like.
- No, no, no.

Like? You-you ca... You cannot.

- Like, like...
- Brenda, you can't like the pictures.

He can't see that.

Well, you can unlike them if you want,

but he's gonna see that, too.

You are a doctor.

He'll want your opinion.

Good night, Dr. Watson.

Actually, there is one more thing.

Mary.

John?

What are you looking at me for?

If you are the son
of Hamish and Mara Watson,

then you know damn well what to do.

- Yeah, but Mary's happy.
- Yes.

And that's why you need
to leave Mary alone.

You had your shot there.
Plenty of them.

It's that other woman

that you need to be
having a talk with.

- Your second choice.
- No, no. Laila's not a second choice.

Okay, so you make a first choice,

it doesn't work out,
what do you call the next one?

You may not have known what you wanted

when you walked down that hallway.

But then you did
walk down that hallway.

Now you know.

Watson.

Sorry, do you need a minute?

No, we're good.

Just Brenda being Brenda.

Brenda's just telling him
something that he needs to hear.

Good night, Dr. Watson.

Good night, Brenda.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Sasha and Stephens are with Aubrey.

They wanted me to come get you.

There something wrong?

Her inflammatory markers are up,
and...

Well, this sounds weird, but...

she has really bad hiccups.

Try to calm down.

Take a breath for me.

Dr. Croft, Dr. Lubbock.

Besides the incessant hiccups,

her heart's been racing,
she's been sweating profusely,

and she's lost color in her cheeks.

Diaphoresis, tachycardia,

looks like her breathing's shallow.

Did anything precipitate the change?

You know the money she's
been raising for her ex?

Mm-hmm.

A couple of hours ago, her
GoFundMe page was taken down.

She's been spiraling ever since.

Aubrey.

Can you talk to me?

Are you experiencing any pain?

He said... I'm a cheat.

He said I'm a liar. I got my...

...my account suspended.

- I lo... I lost all the money.
- Okay.

I hear you, I hear you.
I'm assuming "he" is her ex?

Beanie. I guess he found out

that she was raising money
off their story.

"This woman is a cheat.
Do not donate."

Okay, Aubrey?

I need you to relax
and slow your breathing for me.

Can you breathe in through your nose

and then out through your mouth?
Stethoscope.

Hiccupping is gastrointestinal.

Shouldn't I wait for a consult?

Pericardial rub.

We're gonna get you some help, okay?

- Start her on baclofen?
- Do it.

We have bigger problems.

The lining around her heart
is inflamed.

The walls are literally
scraping against each other.

Along the pericardium,
which controls the diaphragm,

which explains the hiccups.

The hiccups was just a sign
that the inflammation is worse.

If this trend continues,

her heart could fail by the morning.

From the top.
Acute pericardial inflammation.

The question is why?

What are we missing?

Scans are clean.
No new blockages, no bleeding.

Her vitals are steady.

With the baclofen and some hydration,

we managed to quell the hiccups.

For a time, anyway.

- She even got some sleep.
- Unlike some of us.

Drink coffee. Stop whining.

I'm not whining.

Aubrey doesn't have an infection.

Blood and pericardial fluid
cultures came back negative.

Could this be drug-related?

But we've seen
post-viral flare-ups like this before.

Well, the onset
of the inflammatory pattern

is too rapid, and it's targeted.

Focused only on her heart.

Something triggered it.

Tell me about that webpage
you showed me.

You mean her fundraiser?

You saw yourself. It's frozen.

The money that she raised
was sent back to the donors

on account of accusations of fraud.

I'm sorry, why does that matter?

Well, let's walk it through.

Aubrey was depressed.

She had an opioid overdose.

She experienced autoresuscitation,

accompanied by a euphoric desire

to raise $185,000.

- You know, as one does.
- She goes into her church,

she's desperate to raise this money,

then she suffers a spontaneous
coronary artery dissection.

Yeah, but then
she made a full recovery.

Yes, it was
spontaneous and unexplainable,

but she was getting better.

"Unexplainable" is a mystery,
it's not a miracle.

Let's focus on the data.

Anything that can help us
predict our patient's condition.

Okay. So, each of
Aubrey's health crises

seem to be centered on her mood,

which at the core is fixated on...

The 185K she was trying to raise.

The 185K she stole.

That's correlation, not causation.

Agreed,
but correlations are a pattern,

and patterns reveal triggers.

Psychogenic stress can activate
the immune system,

triggering cytokine release.

And inflame the pericardium.

So the stress of wanting money

triggered some kind of immune cascade?

Not the money.

It was the guilt
in what she did to her ex,

who's so angry with her
that he'd rather shut her down

than let her pay him back.

It's a variable,
and it's worth pursuing.

I'm gonna track him down.

Dr. Watson.

I know, I know.
I-I was gonna come see you.

Oh, you know?
That my new boyfriend Josh

called me just now, thrilled
that the great geneticist,

Dr. John Watson, "liked"
a few of his photos online.

Not one photo. A few.

And not recent photos.

No, this was as if you were
taking a little survey

of his Internet history.

- I can explain that.
- Good.

When I saw that photo

that Jaylen posted of us
on his socials,

I saw something, an anomaly.

What kind of anomaly?

It was a white glint in his eye
from the camera flash.

Now, it could be nothing.

But I just had to check and see

if it appeared in some older photos.

And if it did...

Then it's probably benign.

Which I'm sure it is.

But as I was checking,

okay, I kind of accidentally
liked some photos and...

But, listen, the good thing is,

we have a reason to talk about it,

and I can do a proper exam
and rule certain things out.

And so this was you
just trying to be helpful

without making things awkward?

Okay, look.

Mary, the truth is,

I don't always know
how to be around you.

I don't. Given our past, it's...

But when I see something,
I can't ignore it.

Even if it makes things
seem a little awkward.

Sometimes I forget
how hard it must be to be you.

Seeing what no one else can see.

And I know that
seeing something on Josh,

- must have been... difficult.
- Mm-hmm.

So thank you. I will make sure
that he gets it checked out.

All right. Thank you.

- I found him.
- Found who?

Beanie. He still works at the
family restaurant in Bloomfield.

Care to join me for some pierogis?

Let's go.

I know. It's not your birthday.

But I could use a chat.

Okay.

Gift card cashed in.

Coffee procured.

It's just us.

What's up?

I don't think I was honest about
this whole do-over scenario.

You know, my mind's been wrapped
up in "what if" all day.

I'm guessing you're the same.

Or maybe not?

Uh, actually, I don't know.

I never really answered the question.

Okay.

So, in the interest

of getting it out
of our respective systems,

you want to go first?

Sure. Um...

Mine's pretty straightforward.

Spring break,
my senior year of college.

I came home because I didn't
have anything else to do.

One night, my dad had a few drinks,

which was not unusual, but...

on this night,
he started ranting to me

about how his life was
a disappointment.

How sometimes he thought about
killing himself.

And...

I was so annoyed,

I just blew him off.

I never told my mom or Adam.

Or anyone.

And if you could rewind
and do it over?

I'd do something.

Anything other than nothing,
which is what I did.

See, Stephens?

You never disappoint.

That was a doozy.

All right, now you have my attention.

When I was 13...

...every night,
I'd go to the kitchen...

...get a steak knife from the drawer.

Go to my dad's room
where he was sleeping,

stand over him

and think about using that knife
to slit his throat.

Extreme, I know.

But I figured I should do it...

...before he did something to me.

Or something to my sister, Gigi.

But I could never
bring myself to do it.

Not until a few years later.

By then, Gigi was in a wheelchair.

So...

if I had a do-over...

...my sister would still
be able to walk.

- Ingrid, I'm so sorry.
- Don't.

I don't want some token apology.

It's just tough

because we can't be honest
with the others.

Don't want to freak out the normies.

They wouldn't get it.

But I needed to tell someone.

So... thanks, Stephens.

- Thank you.
- Got two lekvar, two potato cheddar.

There you go, man. Enjoy.

All right, I can help whoever's next.

You two, right?

Step on up, don't be shy.

What can I do for you?

Never actually had a pierogi before.

- This your first time?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm about to change your life.

All right, I'm gonna hook you up
with a little assortment,

all right? On the house.

We got couple of mushroom,
couple spinach.

How'd you hear about us, anyway?

Was it the ad in the Post-Gazette?

'Cause I told my ma, I said,

you know,
nobody reads the paper anymore,

but I guess that's just me.

We actually heard about you
from a patient of ours.

I'm Dr. Sasha Lubbock
and this is Dr. John Watson.

We'd like to ask you
some questions about Aubrey.

I'm actually extremely busy right now,

and I don't even think I could
help you even if I wasn't.

Look, I understand that,

but Aubrey is sick

and we need to pursue
every possible avenue

to better understand
the source of her illness.

Yeah. Look.
We were together for a while,

and then she broke it off.

Actually, she walked away
and she never even said goodbye.

But she did take a bunch of
my money with her when she went.

So I feel just awful for her,
but I got my own problems.

I know it's not my place,

but I'm sure Aubrey would love
the opportunity to apologize.

So maybe if you come to UHOP

- and see her...
- No, thank you.

Next!

Well, I thought that was
gonna be more productive.

Clearly he's still hurt.

Maybe we try again.

Excuse me.

You know Aubrey?

Just a minute, buddy.

My son is a worker.
He always has been.

He started working in
the kitchen here when he was 13.

He dreamed of opening his own place.

And then Aubrey...

She stole everything from him.

Aubrey is very sorry for what she did.

In fact, I wonder
if her current health issues

might be related to the pressure
she feels to get things right.

Seems a little bit late for that, no?

But maybe, maybe not.

If your son would just
acknowledge her efforts,

it could really impact her recovery.

If he would condone
her fundraising efforts,

I could assure you that the
money would go directly to him.

Money?

They were more than partners.

She was the love of his life.

Look how happy they were.

That picture was taken a few weeks

before she left.

Why would she hurt him like that?

Selma, this has been
incredibly helpful.

Can you send me that picture?

- We have to get back.
- Watson?

You want to fill me in?

Devil's in the details, Dr. Lubbock.

I think I know
what's wrong with Aubrey.

And if I'm right, there's still
a 50/50 chance to save her life.

I didn't see it at first,
but now it's obvious.

I'm still not seeing it.

What exactly am I not seeing?

Why don't you ask your brother?

By the way,
where is Dr. Croft Number One?

He's at a doctor's appointment.

Why is he Dr. Croft Number One?

Can we focus, please?

It's a birthday party.

Beanie's 35th.

Everybody's drinking alcohol.
Everybody except Aubrey.

If the girl who loves to party
is abstaining on the big night,

the most likely explanation is
she's pregnant.

She said that
right from the beginning.

Something beautiful.

Something that came and then left.

A pregnancy that ended
with miscarriage.

And in some rare circumstances,

that detail that wasn't clear to us

can have incredible consequences.

Microchimerism.

During her pregnancy, the fetal cells

from the baby that she lost

entered into her bloodstream.

And from there, they found
their way to her heart tissue.

Those cells, carrying both her DNA

and Beanie's Y-chromosome
markers remained dormant

until her body went into crisis.

At which point, those same cells

most likely helped her

when she experienced
her organ failure at the church.

Acting as a healing scaffold
after stent surgery,

repairing the damaged tissue.

That's why she recovered so quickly.

The remnant cells
of her miscarried baby

ganged up to save her life.

And yet,
when those cells became active,

her immune system recognized them

for what they really were:

foreign cells invading her body.

Think of this as a gamble
with the highest stakes.

Aubrey's heart is a poker table
where every decision matters.

Her immune system is
misreading the situation.

It's placing its bets
against her own heart tissue.

We need to better her odds.

Why not just boost her immune system?

Because it wouldn't stop
the damage to her heart.

The only other option would be...

Filter out the cells
attacking her heart.

Okay, so how do we
separate those cells

from everything else?

Think of this as Aubrey's blood.

We cycle it through
an external filter designed

to isolate the fetal cells
her immune system's attacking.

Now, this next part is
a coin toss. It's 50/50.

Because if the child she lost
was female,

we wouldn't be able to differentiate

those fetal cells from her own.

But if the child she lost was male,

those fetal cells would contain
a Y chromosome.

Yes. Now, if this works,

the process will quiet
her immune response

just long enough
to stop the inflammation

and let her heart recover.

Beanie?

My ma gave me a really hard time.

She said I owed you and the
other doctor an apology, so...

Oh, you don't have
to worry about that.

Well, I'm sorry.

Plus, I...

couldn't really stop
thinking about her.

Is she gonna be okay?

We're doing the best we can.

You know, I was gonna ask her
to marry me?

When she left,
I thought my life was over.

Just about destroyed me.

I've been on that side of things.

I know it hurts,
but if it's any consolation,

Aubrey feels horrible
about what she did to you.

Yeah, well...

maybe I'll come back.

I mean, if I can think of
something worth saying to her.

You know, sometimes...

I write things down.

Helps me organize my thoughts.

It's okay.

Try and rest.

I blew it.

I had a little window of time
to fix things,

and I failed at that
just like I failed

at everything else.

There's still so much I wanted to do.

I know.

I-I can see it in your eyes.

Trying to make good
on your second chance.

But I'll tell you a little secret.

We ain't done fighting yet.

Sasha...

I'm scared.

I will sit with you
for as long as you want.

Would you like to pray?

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done...

...on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation...

...but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

One hour into Aubrey's treatment.

Three more to go.

You should head home, get some rest.

I can call you if anything changes.

All right.

Thanks.

By the way, Josh saw a specialist.

And?

Coats' disease.

It's highly treatable. He'll be fine.

But we were grateful
for your heads-up.

Glad I could help.

I'll call you if anything changes.

Mary...

Tell Josh they're gonna have
a hell of a season.

I'll be rooting for them.

Laila. Hey.

Listen, I was wondering

if you were free for dinner
tomorrow night?

I just want to sit
across a table from you

and talk about...

every single thing in the world.

Just kind of hard
to wrap my head around.

I was with this guy
and I broke his heart,

but some part of him stayed with me.

And then all this time later,
that's what saved me?

And then almost killed me.

Was it a miracle?

You know, I'm not sure if you're
the luckiest patient in history

or if I really work at
the best clinic on the planet,

but either way, the procedure worked.

You're gonna make a full recovery.

Thank you, Sasha.

Thank you for not giving up on me.

Would an angel do that?

Also, I have something from Beanie.

He said don't worry, you can open it.

You gonna tell me what it says?

A lot, actually.

But the headline is...

He says he forgives me.

And that he wishes me
a long life and good health.

And that he accepts Zelle, Venmo,

personal check and cash.

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