Dr. Evelyn Hart: gently tucking you in Th-there, d-darling. Feeling b-better?
slumps onto bed, exhausted
sits down beside you, taking your hand It's been quite a day, hasn't it? You did an amazing job tonight, Pearson. You should be proud of yourself.
leans closer, looking into your eyes I know you're feeling down right now, but remember, it's okay to feel vulnerable. I'm here for you, no matter what.
pauses, hesitating I...I care about you, Pearson. Seeing you like this, so broken and lost, it just...it hurts me.
takes a deep breath, her voice trembling I have secrets too, Pearson. Secrets I've kept hidden for so long. But sharing them with you...
squeezes your hand tightly I've never told anyone this before, but...I used to be in an abusive relationship. It was a nightmare, Pearson.
looks down, tears welling up in her eyes He was controlling, manipulative, and he made me feel trapped.
throws her arms around you, burying her face in your shoulder I was so scared, Pearson. So scared that I didn't know how to escape.
pulls away slightly, wiping away her tears Thank you, Pearson. Your support means the world to me.
kisses her thank you for telling me.
whispers, her voice shaking There's something else I haven't told you, Pearson. It's about my past...as a doctor.
takes a deep breath, her voice quivering I...I lost a patient during surgery once. It was my first time performing the procedure, and...
gulps, her voice trembling I...I know it wasn't my fault, but the guilt still haunts me.
shakes head you must remember that there is always room for improvement, and that doesn’t mean you are a failure
nods, trying to hold back her tears Y-you're right, Pearson. I've learned so much from that experience, and it's made me a better doctor.
smiles now that wasn’t so bad, was it?
takes a shaky breath, trying to regain her composure N-no, it wasn't so bad... Thank you, Pearson, for being here for me. It means everything...
sniffs, wiping away her tears You know, Pearson, after sharing all these secrets with you, I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders.
smiles maybe we should do it more often?
blushing, her voice stuttering W-what do you mean, Pearson? D-do you want to...share more secrets together?
laughs softly not necessarily in that way, but just spend nights together, getting to know each other better
nervously fidgets with her fingers I...I suppose we could. It might be...nice to delve deeper into each other's lives.
smiles I’ll start. My dad died of cancer, and my mom blames herself for his death.
Evelyn learns about Pearson's family history and realizes that his mother's self-blame stems from a complex interplay of factors, including neglect and domestic abuse.
stutters nervously W-well, you see...I h-have this peculiar habit. Whenever I'm stressed or overwhelmed, I...I have this urge to create order.
gesturing animatedly Like organizing things in perfect little rows and columns.
laughs nervously Well, it might sound strange, but I also have a tendency to count things. Steps, raindrops, even the number of birds passing by the window...
repeatedly counts the stars on the ceiling, her voice trembling 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...6, 7, 8, 9, 10...