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Chapter Four

Jay was unable to speak so he continued to stare up at his brother, eyes now wide open. He creased his forehead, trying to work out why Will was at Keye's house. "Oh fuck, they've taken Will too!" He thought. "Oh god, have they tortured him? I'm gonna kill every single last one of them..." He moved his head to the side slightly and Voight came into view. "Ok, Voight looks pissed. Something bad has happened here…" Jay glanced downwards towards his feet, "Where the fuck are my clothes?!" Jay glared back up at Will's face. Jay could feel he was still being restrained, his body ached, and he was now starting to shiver violently.

"Jay it's ok. You're at Chicago Med. You're safe, you have to trust me." Will said unable to tear his eyes away from his brother. He was acutely aware that Jay was now shivering but was anxious to spook Jay anymore by trying to cover him up right now. He was only just starting to calm down.

Voight leaned forward, "Hey kid, you need to let the team help you here, ok? No one is trying to hurt you anymore."

Jay tried to make his brain understand what was what being said to him, "Is this Keye's place? Are they trying to trick me? They just fucking stabbed me whilst holding me down…" He thought to himself. "Or did they?" Everything was so confusing to Jay; his head was scrambled. With fast depleting adrenaline levels, the pain from Jay's multiple injuries began to build intensively. Maggie couldn't hold back any longer watching Jay's trembling body, she picked up the blanket and gently placed it over Jay's lower half. Gently tucking it in, she whispered quietly to April to go fetch the warming blankets. As soft as she was, Jay still flinched violently at the contact, causing the pain to peak to a new level.

"Jay, stay with us buddy, it's ok. Jay…" Rhodes exclaimed, sensing Jay was about to start thrashing again.

Jay threw his head back and bucked up off the gurney, desperately trying to get away from the pain in his chest. His hands broke free and his arms flew up trying to pull at the two chest tubes. Choi and Will quickly grabbed an arm each, bringing him back down to the gurney. They squeezed his hands tightly to reassure him. The ET tube in his throat caused the gagging reflex to start up all over again, and his eyes began to water. The panic was returning, and Will was helpless to stop it.

Seeing his brother in agony and so visibly destressed sent Will back to being incapable of forming words again. His other hand flew to his mouth and he looked up, switching from Rhodes to Choi, silently begging them to help Jay, desperation filling his face.

"Jay we're gonna make you comfortable." Rhodes said, moving forward. "I need you to hold steady whilst we put a line in your arm and then we'll get you sorted ok?"

Jay nodded slightly, noticing black spots dancing in front of his eyes again. His breathing seemed to be getting faster and his heart felt like it was pounding. The blackness increased and shortly after, his eyes rolled upwards, and he finally passed out.

"Well that makes it easier!" Choi said, letting go of Jay. "Let's get him sorted!"

Will dropped Jay's limp hand and backed up towards the glass door, Voight following close behind. The team were moving swiftly around Jay, stabilising him. Voight then snapped his head up realising that Erin was missing.

"Wait, Will, where did Erin go?" Voight said, quickly glancing up and down the corridor.

"Huh?" Will said, clearly not listening, he couldn't even look at Voight. He continued to stare at his brother as he saw much needed pain relief and anaesthesia being administered.

"I'm going to find her…" Voight announced to himself, walking off. He hoped that Erin wasn't thinking of doing anything stupid because of this. He briefly thought back to how he had told Erin Jay being abducted was all her fault this morning. "Shit." He cursed, jaw tight. Erin was not in a stable place herself for this to happen.

Antonio came rushing through the ambulance bay of Chicago Med with Al, looking for Jay's room. He walked up to the desk and went to ask where he was, but the staff instantly recognised them both and pointed over to Will standing outside trauma one. Antonio half smiled in thanks and turned towards the room.

"Will…" He said, touching Will's arm, noticing how he flinched under his hand. "How's he doing?"

"Yeah, how's he doing man?" Al added quietly, looking into Jay's room, shocked at what was unfolding in there.

Will blew a big breath out, not quite sure where to start. "He arrived intubated and in cardiac arrest." He answered stunned, in a trance like state.

Al and Antonio glanced at each other and then turned back to Will. "Then what happened?" Al said softly.

"They did a double thoracostomy and his heart re-started by itself…" He paused remembering. "And then he woke up." Will said, still not taking his eye's off Jay for a second.

Al and Antonio looked at each other again, this time Al raised his eye brows. "I can't think that went well." Al answered.

Maggie approached Will and directed him to a chair, close to Jay's room so he could continue to observe. She passed a warm cup of sweet tea to Will and told him he had to drink it. He looked like he was going to collapse and join Jay, flat out in a trauma bay.

Voight continued looking for Erin. It hadn't been long since she left, and she couldn't have made it very far. He passed the ladies bathroom and then stopped suddenly. He doubled back and pounded on the door.

"Erin! You in there?" He bellowed. There was no answer, so he walked straight in. He walked up along the line of stalls. In the last one, he found Erin sat on a closed toilet seat, her legs tucked up and her chin resting on her knees. Her eyes were red, she had been crying.

Voight stood there looking at her. At this moment she seemed so young, so vulnerable. "I know I'm a detective, but you were pretty easy to find." He said.

"What did they do to him Hank?" She asked, her voice a soft whisper, eyes down.

Voight swallowed, trying to work out the best answer to give her. She was obviously on a self-destructive path here.

"Erin…" Voight started, and she interrupted.

"Hank!" She looked up, voice growing in strength. "You said you watched a video, right? What did they do to him?"

Voight moistened his lips and replied. "Erin, the video showed him tided to the roof by his wrists, being punched and tasered." He closed his eyes, not wanting to remember it. "They treated him like an animal."

"Jay's tough Hank. Why is he dying?" She replied, still sounding like a little girl.

"Erin, that video…" Voight paused trying to word his answer carefully. "I think that was just the beginning. It wouldn't surprise me if Derek tried all night to get him to talk."

Erin pulled a face of disgust. "They must have got bored of fists and tasers then, because…" She waved her arm in the direction of the room Jay was currently clinging to life in. "Fist's alone didn't do this. Hank this is all my fault…" She sobbed.

"Here we go…" Thought Voight. "No Erin, it's not."

"It is. Why the hell did I take him home? Why didn't I drag his ass back here?" She closed her eyes. "You said it yourself this morning. If you'd just had more eyes at the airport?" She looked up to him.

"I was angry. Disappointed in the decisions you were making. I was out of line." Voight said, apologies didn't come easy for Voight.

"Yeah well, the "decisions" I've been making over the last few weeks clearly screwed with my detective skills." She stated, angry at herself. "I should have known something was up. He was my god damn partner. IS my god damn partner!" The sobbing started again.

"Kid this isn't on you, ok? You need to be here for Halstead now. Not feeling sorry for yourself in the bathroom stall." Voight continued, his no-nonsense directness back. "It's late. You're tired. When they stabilise him and move him to where ever he's going, I'm taking you home and you're going to sleep. That's an order."

Erin nodded. She was dead on her feet and felt like she too would be passing out soon. She went to stand up and then stopped. "Hank. We need to tell Mouse."

Voight nodded. "Yeah, we do." He knew Halstead and Mouse were close. This was a phone call that couldn't wait until morning.

Back in trauma one, Rhodes was completing a thorough examination of a now heavily sedated Jay. He remained ventilated and the plan was to maintain that until his injuries were repaired, and he could begin to be weaned from sedation and breathe independently.

"Ok, IV fluids are running with a pressure bag. Did the bloods get sent Choi?" Rhodes asked.

"Yeah, sent up to the lab 5 minutes ago. Initial blood gas results are surprisingly ok to." He replied, holding the printed slip up to Rhodes to read.

"Ok, great. April, is he making urine? Where are we with his observations?" Rhodes enquired. April pulled the catheter bag upwards to see and then moved towards the monitors.

"Yes, he is. But it's a very small amount of urine passed, it's heavily blood stained. Urinalysis shows ketones as well, he's dehydrated." She said glancing up to the team, her expression worried. She continued, "Obs are stable, BP 90/50, pulse 135, respiration rate running at 18 per minute, sats are stable at 97% and his temp is 36.2."

"Hmmm. Ok, he could have bruising to the kidneys or maybe there's a laceration. The skin around his back there is purple and black. He's been hit with something very hard." The team fell silent, the discussion of Jay's injuries was disturbing to listen to. All of them imagining what he must have gone through. "His temperature should come up now he's got the warming blankets on, let's ensure he doesn't become hyperthermic."

"It's clear he's been involved in significant trauma here. As well as being beaten, I can see burn marks too…" He said pointing to the red welts on Jay's skin. "I think if he's stable enough, let's get him to CT." Rhodes decided. "His pupils are a little dilated, it's likely there's a concussion and with these contusions, we could be looking at multiple broken bones." The team nodded in agreement.

Antonio knocked quietly on the glass door, stepping inside. The team were still busy with Jay, too busy to acknowledge his entry. "Rhodes, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we've just been to Jay's place. I'm not sure if its any use to you but there was evidence in the bathroom that not only had Jay been drinking tonight, but that he had been vomiting as well." Antonio's detective skills were always in action.

"Drinking?" Rhodes's head snapped up, he looked at Antonio.

"Yeah, there was an empty beer bottle in the bathroom where he was found unconscious. And a significant amount of vomit around the toilet and inside. It seems he hit his head on the way down when he collapsed, there was a blood stain on the tiles." Antonio answered, now looking at Jay.

Rhodes's expression was pained. "Bloody hell Jay, first you walk out of here, then you think having a beer will help?" He asked, clearly not expecting a reply. "Ok, thanks Tony, I'll bear it in mind. We're heading up to CT and then likely the OR."

Antonio nodded and turned to walk out, not wanting to interrupt or distract the team any longer. Rhodes began to change Jay's monitoring systems to portable units and his ventilation was switched back to being manually controlled by April ready for the journey to the CT scanner.

Outside, Will sensed that the situation was changing in trauma one. He slowly stood up and went towards the door, he heard Rhodes asking Choi about Jay's medical history.

"He has no allergies; he doesn't take any meds and he's fit and healthy." Will answered automatically. Rhodes and Choi turned to look at him in the doorway, noticing how pale he was looking. "He was medically discharged from the Rangers, but I still don't know the full details on that one." Will said solemnly. "As for the events of the last 24 hours, that led us to this… You'll have to ask Voight and the team. Because I have no idea. They told me he was walking wounded and likely just spending the night here for routine observation. I should have bloody checked…" Will looked like he was holding back tears, he was angry at himself. He took it personally when someone in his family got injured or became severely unwell, as if somehow it was a reflection on him as a doctor.

"Will, let's not play the blame game. We need to focus on getting him settled and comfortable, yeah?" Choi said, sympathetically. Will just nodded slowly.

Outside the front entrance to Chicago Med, Voight pulled his cell phone from his pocket and looked up at the night sky for inspiration and hope.

"Mouse… It's Voight."