"This is all," Jay coughed, "your fault, y'know?" He took in a deep breath, trying to relieve the pain with some oxygen. A hopeless endeavor, but one he took, nonetheless.

"Oh really?" Adam laughed at Jay's comment. "How's it all my fault? You're the one who had to follow the scream, man."

"It was," The youngest Halstead gasped at the movement of his wound, "your idea to go to Molly's."

"Guess so, buddy. 'T's all my fault," Adam kept the pressure on the still bleeding wound in Jay's stomach. The crimson river flowed down onto the rubble and debris below him. Every moment was pure agony for him. He loved Adam but he just wasn't the guy to be stuck with when you're injured. Maybe one of his friends from Med, but not his best friend.

"How much longer you think it's gonna be 'til help gets here?" Jay squeezed his eyes shut when Adam shifted his position. He had his undershirt wrapped around the pole, pressed down around Jay's wound.

"Not sure, man. It was a bomb so it definitely made a scene. Someone had to've called the station, by now. Everyone's gonna be here. Fifty-one will be here to help and I bet Intelligence is gonna be called in on the case," Adam looked down at the growing pool of red under his best friend's body. He hated the sight. "Why can't I take it out?"

"Will said to never take it out. I take his med degree over my police academy test when it comes to health, buddy," Jay looked at the pole protruding through his stomach. The pain lessened with time, but he knew what that really meant.

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"I just don't get why Dr. Rhodes is the one going out to the site. Why are you sending a cardiothoracic surgeon out when you could just send me," Will crossed his arms, looking Sharon dead in the eye, not backing down.

"We've been told it's a priority person that's trapped in there. Two, actually," Sharon mirrored Will's body language, signaling that she, too, would not back down.

"I've handled plenty of VIPs before. What's different, now?"

"Connor was the head of Trauma for a while, and I know he has great expertise in calming patients. The two important people are trapped, right now, and I need him to calm them."

"I can do the same thing. I did it with three this morning. What aren't you telling me?" Will's frustration was understood by the boss, but still dismissed.

"Dr. Rhodes is going, no more arguments, Dr. Halstead," she turned her back on him, starting to walk away before she heard the words she really didn't want to hear.

"It's Jay. Isn't it?" Will could sense it in his soul, that it was his baby brother. If he were honest, it surprised him it took him that long to figure it out. "My brother is trapped and hurt, isn't he?"

She turned to face him. "Dr. Hal-"

"Isn't he?!" Will's tone frightened everyone in the ED, bringing every movement to a screeching halt.

"You will not speak to me like that, Dr. Halstead!" Will cowered, slightly, at her tone. "I'm sending you home for the day to cool off!" Goodwin gave him a slight wink, writing something down on her clipboard, turning towards the elevators to walk away. He, luckily, got the hint and sprinted to the doctor's lounge to grab his things. Connor followed closely behind.

"I'm still going to the site. You can come with but you're not taking point," Rhodes grabbed his duffle out of his spot and held the door open for Will. The oldest Halstead nodded, much to his own surprise.

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"Halstead! Ruzek! You guys okay?" Severide called out to them through the small hole that was between the two detectives and the rest of the world. The rubble had caved in on the building, leaving them in dirt mixed with a little drywall dust.

"I'm okay but Jay's in bad shape. He got a pole to the stomach. It won't stop bleeding."

"We have an ambulance a minute or two out and Rhodes, from Med, is on his way."

"Make sure Will doesn't know. Please," Jay coughed, making him squeeze his eyes shut against the pain, balling his fists.

"Uh…" The two trapped detectives saw Severide look to the side then back at them. "I don't think that's an option."

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"We're going downtown. Halstead and Ruzek are trapped under a building that got bombed," Voight wasted no time, carrying his coat with a tight grip, making his way to the stairwell. The Intelligence team members didn't want to waste any time, yet there they stood, speechless. No elaboration? Is anyone hurt? Is anyone dead? Why does he just walk out like that? Geez, Voight.

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"You're going to have to release the pressure on his wound and come get these supplies, Detective Ruzek," Connor stuck his hand through the small hole, holding a roll of bandages.

Adam looked at Jay with a questioning look. Jay nodded, eyes heavily lidded. "It's okay. Do it."

"Okay," Adam's voice was breathy. He quickly released his hold on Jay's wound, cringing when he heard the soldier cry out.

"You're going to wrap it around him, keeping the pole inside. It could be the only thing keeping him from bleeding out and dying right here," Connor handed another roll to the detective, scissors following right after.

"Thanks, man," Will stood behind Connor, crossing his arms.

"Will? No, no, no, no. Not Will. Tell me that's not Will," Jay tried to sit up a little, before the pole could stop him, making him scream in pain. "Something's wrong. Guys, something's wrong."

Adam's head snapped to the side, looking at the injured blue-green-eyed sexyman. "What?"

"I think… I think I'm stuck. I think the pole's stuck, guys." Jay's whole body trembled, making him whimper. His body moved around the metal, slipping and sliding with the blood-coated pole. It made him feel sick.

"Okay, I'm gonna check. Just… be ready, okay?" Adam came closer to Jay's trembling form, shaking at the thought of what he was about to do. He knelt next to the soldier. The two, almost internally, confirmed what Adam was about to do. What he had to do. He took Jay's hands. "One. Two. Three!" He started to slowly lift Jay off of the ground, nearly dropping the wounded man when he saw the pole fall through the wound. The clattering sound that was heard when it hit the ground echoed throughout the rubble and dusty underground. It was a haunting noise.

"Dude…" Jay's eyes met Adam's once more, wide and afraid. Ruzek slowly lowered baby Halstead to the ground while Will's ramblings could be heard outside. When his butt touched the dusty concrete, he immediately turned to the side, letting go of Adam's hands and evacuating his stomach contents. Adam ran over to the hole in the rubble, looking out at Connor and Will, eyes wide, as well.

"What happened," Will stepped forward, almost pushing Connor to the side. "What's happening?"

"The pole fell out. Jay threw up," Adam stepped back a little, allowing the doctors to see the soldier let the last of his stomach empty, leaning back once he was done.

"Burst appendix," Connor looked to the side to see the firefighters had started to make good progress in clearing some of the rubble. They hadn't started with the whole the detectives and doctors were talking through, as it looked to be a weak point. They saw that if they moved those large pieces of concrete, the whole thing would most-likely collapse, killing the two beautiful men inside and crushing the two corpses on the other side of the room.

"How long's he got?" Adam's voice shook.

"How much is he bleeding?" Connor pushed past Will, coming back to kneel in front of the hole, once again.

"Shit. A lot," Adam rushed over and fell to his knees next to Jay's limp form. The man was more pale than usual, freckles barely visible. Suddenly, a bright light flooded into the space, illuminating everything in its path. "The hell?" Firefighters rushed the area, sending a wave of relief through the uninjured detective. It would have, for Jay, but he was quickly losing consciousness.

"We can take it from here, Ruzek," Matt placed a comforting hand on Adam's shoulder, making him feel a lot better about Jay's fate.

The stretcher didn't fit through the hole they'd made, as they'd had to walk in sideways. The rubble was too stubborn and, frankly, they wanted to get in and get to their friend. Casey took Jay's feet while Severide took his arms with Adam insisting on helping, taking the torso. They all, on the count of three, lifted the heavily freckled detective, carrying him to the opening.

"We're gonna have to turn him…" Adam hadn't realized it until that moment. It made his stomach violently turn, nearly making him mimic what Jay had previously done.

"On three. One. Two. Three." Matt started the motion, Adam and Severide quickly followed suit. Turning him was no small feat as he cried out, weakly, breaking everyone who heard's hearts.

When they got him outside into the open air and bright Chicago day, Will quickly made a beeline for his baby brother. "Jay. Jay, can you hear me?" His lack of response was terrifying, especially when they laid him onto the stretcher.

"Alright, let's get him to Med," Connor rushed to the ambulance, hands on the gurney as they wheeled him up to the back two doors of the emergency vehicle. He rattled off the situation to the two paramedics inside, closing the doors before Will could get inside, pissing the ginger M.D. off.

"Rhodes!" Will yelled after the siren-blaring, speeding ambulance.

"We'll take you in the truck, Halstead. Get in," Severide tapped on the doctor's shoulder as he started to run to the large fire-truck.

"Alright let's move!" Matt yelled, getting inside of the truck. The sirens were loud as they rolled through the streets of Chicago.

"He's gonna be okay, Halstead. Always is," Otis shifted his position in his seat.

"Yeah," Will looked at the floor. "Always is."