Life Sentence

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.

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.