Remember when we were little and I said in my A/N for chapter 2 there were only 1 or 2 chapters to go? LoL I guess I have absolutely NO control over my muse. Oh well. What can ya do. Thanks for sticking with me you lovely people. I appreciate your support. I love this story, love writing it but it does get the better of me. The thing could be 30 chapters long with all the stuff that comes into my noggin while I write and at times it is hard to weed through.

This is a pretty short chapter. I was having a hard time with the second half so thought I would post this as a chapter since there was kind of a natural break.

Thank you for your patience and your reviews and your all around awesomeness!

Hope you like it.

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Previously on that chapter I posted a million years ago:

He didn't feel himself hit the ground but found himself there sometime later staring up at Hailey's face.

"Jay, Jay! Stay with me."

She frantically runs her hands along his chest and belly, "Where are you hurt?"

He tries to catch his breath and figure out which of the three Hailey's leaning over him he should talk to but closes his eyes instead and laughs.

The laugh worries her and she puts her hands on the side of his face to help him focus.

"Jay, where are you hurt?"

He opens his eyes and grimaces, then gives the Hailey triplets a bloody grin. "Three blows to the head, none to the heart," then promptly passes out.

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She grabs the hoody off the back of the couch and presses it against the gash at his hair line.

"Hey you…Jay… can't go to sleep…ugh…dammit Jay." She checks his pulse and even though his respirations are shallow, moves away from him to take care of some business.

She slides over on her knees and leans over the asshole, roughly pulling both arms behind his back. He cries out in pain when she grabs his broken wrist and again when she puts the cuffs on him.

"Shut it, asshole."

He then either passes out or dies but she can't be bothered to find out which. She leaves him in the uncomfortable position of being cuffed on his stomach and goes back to her partner.

She pulls out her phone and tries to wake Jay one more time, putting her hand on his cheek, then moving it to his shoulder.

"Jay!"

He doesn't stir but while she's waiting for the line to connect, the asshole wakes up…not dead. He looks at his son and smirks. Letting a chuckle escape his bloody lips.

She found a better use for the hand on Jay's shoulder and pulls her gun, pressing it against the asshole's forehead as the line connects, "Fuck you asshole."

"Hailey?"

"Sorry boss. Not you." She pushes her gun harder into the assholes forehead and pulls it away, growling because she can't shoot him.

"Hailey!"

"I need you at Jay's. The asshole showed up. Gunna need two ambos."

"Bad?"

"Not sure. They're both pretty much out."

"Be there in 10."

She hangs up the phone and holsters her gun and keeping one eye on the asshole, leans over Jay. He's a mess. His face and chest are covered in blood from the cut on his head. There is blood soaking through the bandages on his arm, indicating he's probably popped stitches. His lip is split open and the cut on his cheek is bigger and bleeding but at least all three cuts are starting to clot. The asshole really did a number on him. She can see every place Jay's been kicked, as big angry splotches of red make up a tapestry of colors along side the older bruises. Arms, chest, belly, there's not an area on Jay's torso that is free of contusions.

Hailey feels a particularly dark area on Jay's right side. She's not sure but thinks she feels some rigidity, which means internal bleeding.

"Goddammit…"

Jay opens his eyes and groggily looks up at Hailey.

"There's three of you."

She smiles, glad he's awake again. He tries to sit up and when she stops him, eases himself back down to the floor and groans as the adrenaline starts to seep from his body.

"You said that already…Stay still."

Now that he's more awake, it's obvious he's in a tremendous amount of pain.

He looks over at his dad, cuffed and unconscious on the floor.

He breathes out, "Did I kill my dad?"

"No. It's okay…" She brushes her fingers lightly over his hair, "He's not dead, just unconscious. I need to know where else you're hurt. I know he kicked you…how's your head? He hit you hit three times?

His speech is slurred and breathy, like he's not breathing deep enough.

"Technically… … … he… hit me twice… … and the floor hit me once."

She rolls her eyes and stops him again when he tries to move.

"Jay, ya gotta stay still. I don't know where else you're hurt."

He sucks in a breath and groans. "My back…I need to roll on my side."

"Jay…"

He clenches his jaw, then barely gets out a whispered, "Please."

She helps him roll onto his side and he groans again from the movement.

He scrunches his eyes shut, "No…no…no…aghhhh."

"Okay okay okay…do you want to roll onto your back again?

He's panting and the pain is written all over his face. His answer comes out in a number of exhales. "No…n…gm a sec…"

"Just breathe, breathe through it. Helps on the way."

He sags against her hand on his shoulder and passes out, "Shit, Jay…"

just as one of the plainclothes officers runs through the door and takes in the scene.

"What the hell? How'd he get in? We've had eyes on since this morning."

"Not sure. I have a feeling he was already inside the building before you were in place, maybe even since yesterday. Go down to the lobby and bring the medics up when they get here. Voight's on the way."

"Will do."

"Jay…"

His eyes flutter open and he winces.

"Hailey…"

He looks around like he is trying to figure out what happened until he lays eyes on his dad and it all comes back. He squeezes his eyes shut as he rides out a wave of pain.

"Hailey…"

He looks like he's in excruciating pain and she hates that she can't do anything to help him. "Ambos on the way. Just hold on okay."

"Did I kill him? Are you sure I didn't?"

"I'm sure Jay. You didn't."

He nods, closes his eyes again and sucks in a breath as he winces. She can tell he is barely holding on to consciousness. She runs her hand over his head again, then leans down to look into his face. "Just stay still."

He opens his eyes half mast and looks at her. She tilts her head to the side and looks into his eyes, aching to take his pain away.

"Hailey…"

"Shhh. It's okay. Hold on partner. Helps coming."

He gives her what could almost qualify as a nod before his eyes roll back and he is out.

"Dammit."

She blows out a frustrated breath and leans over him to look at his back, feeling helpless sitting here doing nothing.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

She can't help herself and turns back to the asshole and punches him as hard as she can in the kidney…Then punches him again.

"Hailey!"

She looks up as Voight is coming in the door.

Her face is tight with anger but tears are rolling down her face.

"Look at his back boss! Look at Jay's fucking back!" She can't help it. She punches the asshole again.

"Hailey…stop."

Voight steps around her and looks at Jay's back. In addition to the dark bruises Jay already had, his back is littered with dark red contusions, that soon enough would be as black as the other bruises. He clenches his jaw and would like nothing more than to beat the asshole within an inch of his life, then beat him again.

He gets on the radio. "I need the status of those ambos, NOW!"

"They're pulling up."

"They're here. Has he come to at all?"

"Briefly. He wanted to roll on to his side. I can see why now."

Voight moves back around to the other side of Jay and crouches down ass to heels. He puts a hand on the side of Jay's face and leans over, "Halstead…come on. I need you to wake up. Come on kid. Open your eyes."

Jay's face scrunches up but then he opens his eyes.

"Boss…"

"You're going to be okay kid…"

"Boss, did I kill my dad?"

Hailey scrunches her eyes shut, "Shit…"

"What?"

"That's the third time he's asked that."

Jay groans and starts to roll over onto his back. Voight and Hailey help ease him back.

"Just lay back. Helps coming."

"Where's…Will? … … Is he…okay?"

He tries to get up again. But is stopped by a hand on the shoulder from Voight. He's struggling to keep his eyes open and his breath sounds more labored.

"Just stay down kid…stay down."

"Okay…" He mumbles something else then passes out.

"What did he say?"

"Not sure. I think he asked for Will again."

Sylvie and Emily arrive then, followed by two paramedics they don't know. The two unknowns go to work on Dr. Halstead while Sylvie and Emily take Jay.

"Can you uncuff him?"

Voight growls. The last thing he wants to do is uncuff the bastard but does it anyway, then orders the uni that came up with the medics to keep an eye on him.

"Oh jeez, Jay, what the hell happened?"

"Fight… this is Jay's place. He…" Voight lifts his chin towards the asshole, "broke in."

"Has he been conscious?"

"On and off. He's been confused. Asking the same question multiple times but not remembering the answer. He said he got hit in the head three times."

Sylvie continues her assessment while Emily takes in all of the information Hailey is providing.

"His left side…"

"Looks like he might have a slow bleed given the amount of rigidity. Anything else you can tell us?"

"His back looks like hell. He had a concussion a couple of days ago. The darker bruises are from then…Saturday."

"Okay…line in. Let's roll him so we can take a look and get him on the back board."

The paramedics with Hailey and Voight's help roll Jay onto his side, which elicits a groan out of Jay.

"Sorry, Jay, sorry…almost done…I just need to look at your back. He groans again while Sylvie takes a look at Jay's back. "Shit…" She can't help the expletive that escapes. "Okay, let's go. One of you coming with?"

"Hailey will come with you. I'll be right behind you."

As soon as they get Jay on the gurney and out of the apartment, Voight addresses the other medics while they load up the asshole onto the gurney.

"How's he doing? He gunna live?"

"He'll be fine. Broken wrist and more than likely a concussion."

Voight points to the uni. "Ride with them. If he gives them any trouble cuff him. I don't give a rats ass about his wrist."

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The first time she calls it goes to voicemail. She's about to call again when he calls her.

"Hey Will."

"Hey. You guys get settled in?"

"Will."

He can tell by the tone of her voice that something happened.

"Hailey what's up?"

"Will we are on our way in. Jay's hurt."

"What what happened?"

She sighs, hating to tell him this. "Will your dad…he attacked Jay in the apartment."

"No wait…what? Are you sure? I thought he was in Indianapolis."

"Somehow he came back without us knowing. We're about 5 minutes out."

"How bad is he? What happened?"

"Looks like Jay opened the door, probably thought it me or you. They got in a fight. I'm not sure how he is. He's unconscious. He was still conscious when I got there though."

There is silence on the line. "Are you sure it was my dad?"

"Will...we're bringing your dad in too. He's hurt. I don't know how bad but he's conscious."

"Will…"

"Ok. Ya. Okay ah thanks…you riding with Jay?"

"Ya. I'm with him. See you in a few."

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Both ambulances arrive at about the same time. Dr. Halstead is being wheeled in first yelling for his son; following close behind, a barely conscious Jay, with Hailey and Voight right behind.

"Will! WILL!"

Will has no time to give his dad nor does he want to acknowledge his existence. He rushes right by his gurney to Jay.

Jay heard his dad call out to Will. Through blurry eyes he saw Will barreling towards them and for just a moment his heart felt that familiar ache thinking Will was going to their dad, but when Will ignored the gurney carrying their dad and came straight to him, his heart ticked up a beat. Will at his side was a salve on years of emotional wounds, ripped open once again by his dad's most recent attack.

'I'm good.' He wanted to say to the crowd and then get off the gurney because everything felt right with the world. Then the gurney hit the small bump between the common area of the ER and the bay they rolled him into and everything that had felt right, was gone in a flash as his body was jarred, and all encompassing scream left his lips and he plunged into darkness.

Jay's scream puts them all into an almost frantic high gear and brings Voight and Hailey to a jarring stop. Will continues to ignore his dad while they get Jay settled in a room.

Ethan rushes in with Maggie right behind, while Natalie and April go to Halstead senior.

Maggie works on cutting off Jay's clothes, while Ethan checks his eyes, "Oh man Jay…Will, what happened?"

"My dad went to his apartment and attacked him."

"By the looks of Dr. Halstead, Jay gave as good as he got."

"Ya, almost, I don't know."

Dr. Halstead's angry voice is booming throughout the ER.

"Will, WILL! Get in here! I want to press charges. I went to talk to him and he attacked me. I had to fight back."

Voight walks calmly into the room and looms over the asshole.

"Why don't you tell that to the judge," and like a magic trick the asshole finds himself cuffed to the rail of the bed.

Voight gets in his face and gives him an evil grin. "You and me…we're gunna have a little talk later." He gestures to the uni, "do not leave his side," then walks to Jay's room and stands by Hailey looking in through the glass. He's relieved to see Jay is conscious again.

The old man was still screaming."Will! WILL!"

Frustrated beyond belief with his dad, Will rushed from the room. Watching Will disappear and go to his dad was what ultimately undid Jay. The physical pain coursing through his body had been overriding any emotional pain he should be feeling, but as soon as Will left, it all came to the forefront. He was a mess, unaware of the tears rolling down his cheeks.

For a brief time he thought he had his brother but their dad had always had the stronger pull on Will than he did. In his head he was screaming for Will, begging him to come back but on the outside he said nothing.

The physical pain was now 10+ and he couldn't stop moving to get away from it. He felt Ethan's hand on his shoulder and heard him speaking but it might as well been in a different language.

"Stay still Jay, I need you to calm down. Take a breath, breath through it. We'll get some meds on board soon. I promise."

The sliding door to the next room slammed shut, muting his dad. When Will comes in a moment later, shoves the door closed and curses their dad, Jay thought he was hallucinating. Will sees what's going on the second he looks at Jay and rushes to the bed. Shit.

"Hey, hey, I'm right here. Not going anywhere. I promise you Jay, I'm not leaving you. I just couldn't stand hearing his voice."

Jay blinks his eyes closed, "k…"

"We gotta check you out now bud. See how bad you're hurt."

Ethan checks Jay's pupils, causing him to groan.

"Definitely exasperated your concussion. We can give him 5, Maggie…"

Will is just about to speak when Ethan pats his arm, "We'll do a CT."

Maggie gets the meds on board and Will nods in relief. Jay doesn't say anything but his body relaxes. He is barely conscious, mostly unaware of what they are doing. Will stands by the head of the bed with one hand on his shoulder and the other brushing through his hair.

Jay is laying on the bed like a rag doll letting them move him however they need. Only with the catheter did Jay have a reaction but that was just in the form of a slurred, 'what?,' and 'shit,' and a weak groan.

As soon as that was done, Jay went back to being a silent rag doll. Eyes fluttering occasionally but for the most part out of it.

"Dammit!"

Will looks at the drainage bag and scrubs his face in fear and frustration.

They roll Jay and the area over this right kidney is bruised and rigid. When they roll him back, Jay to arches his back and calls out for Will before passing out.

"Jay!"

Ethan and Maggie quickly unlock the wheels on the bed and start rolling it out the door.

"That's a lot of blood. Hopefully it's just a bleed and not a rupture. Maggie call OR and let them know we're coming up. Page Marcel."

A second later, Jay's out of the room and on his way to surgery. Will's dad sees him by Jay's bed and starts to yell for him again, "Will! He attacked me! I was just defending myself."

Will doesn't acknowledge his dad, doesn't even hear his words, as he helps move Jay to surgery, anxiously hoping and praying his dad didn't just kill his little brother.

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