Jay's ears are bombarded with screams and gunfire. Over the radio, he hears someone say that TOC is delaying exfil and there's nothing they can do about it. He lays in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling while listening to these traumatic memories play in his head.

He's been taking sleeping pills on the more difficult nights but this one is different. This one is way worse than any of the others. He decides taking one or two extra shouldn't be a big deal. He'll just have a harder time getting up in the morning for work and he can handle that. He washes them down with the rest of his bottle of Jack Daniels. But ten minutes go by and they feel like an eternity and the pills haven't kicked in yet. He grabs the bottle and pours a few more capsules out onto the side table and grabs one more. A few minutes pass and the first trio of pills finally seem to be kicking in. 'One more won't make a difference.' He thinks. He starts to go for another pill when his heart begins to race. He knows something is wrong but before he can make the decision to get up, he slipped into unconscious.

Will felt for his phone in his pocket. He looked around the livingroom and couldn't see it. He walked towards the guest room to ask Jay if had any idea where it might be or if could use Jay's phone to call his own. When he cracked the door open, he saw his brother, laying limp in the bed. He entered the room and walked through the space, looking around.

"Hey, sorry, man but have you seen my phone?" Will asked. No answer. "Jay, come on, I need to find my phone."

He stopped walking and stared at his brother.

"Jay?" He moved around the bed and shook him. Jay let out a small groan. His breathing was shallow, startling Will. "Oh my... Jay!"

He looked over to see the empty bottle surrounded by pills. He shoved his hand under Jay's back and picked him up, with one of Jay's arms around his shoulder, doing his best to keep his little brother from falling to the ground. He worked his way to the car and laid Jay in the passenger seat.

"What did you do?" Will said. Tears started to roll down his cheeks but he quickly brushed them away, getting in the driver's seat. "You're gonna be okay." Will's voice is now shaking. He stepped on the gas and sped towards Chicago Med.

"Connor!" Will screamed. Dr. Rhodes's head swung around, hearing the tone in Will's voice, he ran towards the sliding doors, helping get Jay onto the gurney that some nurses were rolling towards them. They began pushing Jay into the emergency room as quick as they could, twisting and turning around walls and the reception desk.

"Patient is Detective Jay Halstead. He's overdosing on Benadryl. Estimated time of consumption is about half and hour to an hour ago," Will said as they wheeled Jay into the emergency room.

"Take him to Baghdad," Connor said. He started directing the gurney towards the room.

"Dammit, Jay," Will said, looking at him, covered in medical equipment. He stared at Jay's oxygen mask. It was a little comforting when he saw the mask fog up with every exhalation and clear up with every inhalation. That meant he was breathing. Breathing is good.

"How many pills did he take?" Connor asked.

"I-I don't-I don't know." Will stuttered. He was getting more anxious with every passing moment. He knew exactly what was happening to Jay. He started to get lost in thought.

"Will," Connor said.

"I said I don't know!" Will yelled.

"Alright!" Connor said, backing off, slightly. As he did, the entirety of the Chicago PD Intelligence Unit rushed in.

"When did he take them?" Ethan asked, walking up to the group.

"About half an hour to an hour ago," Will replied, voice shaking. Connor nodded then rushed off to where they were taking Jay.

"Is he gonna be okay? What are they doing to him?" Adam asked.

"There's no way of knowing yet," Will said, crossing his arms. "They're going to pump his stomach and try to flush all of the drugs out of his system and see what they can do from there."

"What kind of drugs?" Voight asked.

"He took a bunch of sleeping pills," Will said.

"Oh," Hailey said.

"What?" Alvin asked.

"Well… Back when Jay and I were helping NYPD with a military related case," Hailey explained, "he was wired when he went undercover. When he was waiting for the suspect to come in, he was talking to an ex SEAL. He didn't know the wire was on, yet, and he was talking about how he had to start taking sleeping pills. He said he'd sit up at night and hear screams and gunfire. He said he was pissed that he had to take pills to stop hearing those things, only to have nightmares suffocate him until the next morning," She paused, her eyes became glassy. "He said he was getting to a point where it was pointless to try to sleep."

Everyone exchanged horrified looks. They were all thinking the same thing.

"You don't think he…" Will started. He put his hands on the top of his head and paced for a moment.

"I don't think he did. Jay did not try to kill himself," Antonio spoke up.

"I mean, he's been kinda-" Adam started before being interrupted by Hailey.

"No. He didn't. I'm telling you that isn't what he meant to do," She shifted her stance. "He didn't."

"Jay, we're going to have to pump your stomach," Connor said. His patient was delirious and fighting the nurses. They turned him on his side, restraining him as best they could. They slid the tube down his throat and began securing it to his mouth. He tried to kick his feet but it wasn't enough to do any real damage.

"This is going to feel a little uncomfortable," Dr. Choi said. He proceeded to inject the saline into Jay's stomach, making him fight even harder. Ethan began to pull the fluid from Jay's stomach while he tried to free his arms from the nurses' grasps.

"Nurse Rhonda, when Dr. Choi finishes up the gastric lavage, get the charcoal and get him to ingest it," Connor said. He began walking out of the room to talk to Will and the unit.

"So far, things are going as well as expected. He's fighting but for people with his past, mental situation, and personality type, it's common," Connor said. "That and we didn't sedate him so he's scared."

"Everything is being done correctly?" Will asked.

"You know it is," Connor insisted.

"When will we be able to see him?" Hailey asked.

"He's not going to be done in there for about another fifteen minutes but after that, he should be awake either tonight or tomorrow. He's going to be exhausted from everything, and given the fact that some of the medicine entered his bloodstream, it's still going to affect him a little bit but we've got an IV going so it should be flushing everything out." Connor answered. "Tomorrow, though."

"I'm gonna say with him. I'll call you guys when he wakes up," Will said.

"Do you want one of us to stay with you?" Hailey asked.

"We'll be fine," Will said. He walked with Connor to the room where Jay was going to sleep for the night.

"Alright, hand me the charcoal," Choi said to the nurse. She handed him the bottle and the doctor poured some down Jay's throat, injecting some water inside. "Clear." Jay turned to the side and threw up into a bucket at the side of the bed. When he finished, he laid back, falling into a deep sleep.

"Let's get him into a room," Connor said, walking in, seeing they were done. They wheeled Jay into the room while Will watched.

"Man," Will said, sitting down in the recliner next to the bed. He put his hands on his head, leaning back into the chair, looking on as Jay slept. He'd never seen his brother so peaceful before. He'd seen him asleep, sure, but not like this. He'd seen him passed out from drinking too much, lost in a terrible nightmare, knocked out, unconscious while bleeding out and a bunch of other ways. But none of them had looked like this. He'd never seen Jay look as vulnerable as he did right now and it brought Will to tears. Choi and Rhodes left the brothers alone for the rest of the night. Their only interruptions were nurses coming to check Jay's vitals.

"What did you do? Did you mean to end it? Is that why you were fighting? Is all of this because of your PTSD? Is it because Erin left? Is it because of something that happened here, in Chicago?" He slid down into the recliner, staring at his baby brother, unconscious. He sighed. "Why, Jay?"

The next morning, sunlight attempted to flood the hospital room. The blinds were shut, keeping it out. Will had fixed it that way last night so Jay could sleep more and recover faster. Jay opened his eyes slightly, scanning the room. He jolted upright, clutching at his stomach.

"Oh man!" He shouted before doubling over the bed and puking into the bucket next to it. He slowly sat back up, breathing heavily. His eyes were barely open as he scanned the room.

"Hey. How you feeling?" Will asked, waking up, himself. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"I feel like crap and I remember plenty from last night," Jay said. "Why am I still here? Why didn't they send me home?"

"Jay, you passed out. I couldn't have brought you home like that. And you're not leaving until psyche has a chance to talk to you," Will said, standing.

"What?!" Jay yelled. "Are you kidding me?"

"Afraid not, detective." Dr. Charles said, walking into the room.

"I accidentally took too many pills, and I'm fine. Little sick, but I'm good to go," Jay said.

"You're on suicide watch, Jay," Will said, worried.

"What? Why? It was an accident," Jay insisted. He tried to get out of the bed, but Will stopped him. "Dude, I'm not staying here. I wasn't trying to kill myself so I don't need to be on suicide watch. Simple as that."

"Look, we have the best psychologists in Chicago. They're going to talk to you and figure this whole thing out," Will said.

"We don't need to figure anything out because I wasn't trying to kill myself. I just made a mistake," Jay said, getting angrier with every passing moment.

"Hey, Jay." Haley said, walking into the room with the rest of the unit.

"Hey, bro, how you feel?" Adam asked.

"Pissed!" Jay yelled, looking at Dr. Charles. "It was a damn accident and you want to keep me here against my will?"

"Did you have to tell him before we left?" Haley asked.

"Oh m-it wasn't a suicide attempt! I just thought I could take more than I should have." Jay said.

"Detective, if it really wasn't an attempt, we'll figure it out in due time." Dr. Charles started. But before he could say anything else, Jay interrupted him, now fuming.

"I'm fine! I'm not staying here while everyone asks me about my feelings and tries to find out every little thing going on inside my head!" Jay's yelling could be heard down the hall, drawing the attention of the nurses. Connor made his way into the room.

"Look, with your PT-" Will started.

"Don't say it! That isn't what this is about!" Jay yelled.

"If that's the case, detective, then we'll figure that out. But for right now, we should just talk for a little while," Dr. Charles said. "Maybe lower our voices…" Connor took Will outside while Jay and Charles were left to talk things out.

"I get where you guys are coming from, but I didn't do this on purpose," Jay said. He got up out of the bed, walking for his clothes.

"Detective…" Dr. Charles said.

"I'm just putting on my clothes. I hate this gown," Jay said.

"Do you want to talk about anything?" Dr. Charles asked.

"If you really want to talk to someone, maybe you should ask my unit and my brother why they won't believe me," Jay said. He finished putting his shirt on and sat back in the bed. "I have a therapist, now, per the request of Voight and Hailey."

"You said you get where everyone is coming from. Stay here for a little while longer. Just put their minds at ease," Dr. Charles said. "Just talk to me a little bit. I'll tell them you did."

"I just can't believe he tried to kill himself," Will said.

"I'm not sure he did. You think his PTSD is a factor, but I think he's been dealing with a lot of crap for a long time and he's not letting anyone in. Try to get him to talk to someone," Connor said. "Just my two cents."

"Yeah. I mean, he's talking to a therapist." Will said.

"There you go," Connor said.

"He's gotta stay. I'm gonna talk to him," Will said. He opened the door, seeing Jay in bed with his clothes on, shaking Dr. Charles's hand.

"I'll stay until tomorrow," Jay said.

"And we'll talk again, tomorrow," Dr. Charles said, walking past Will and Connor, out of the door.

"What did he say?" Will asked Jay.

"Not important," Jay said. "I'm going to bed." He slid further into the bed, pulling the covers over himself. Will and Connor left the room, letting him sleep.