Rummaging in the lockers he found bottles of Whiskey, Vodka, tequila.
He began to drink the first thing that came to hand.
It is not known how much he drank exactly. By the time he was satisfied, several bottles that had previously been sealed had now begun and nearly half was left in the whiskey bottle.
Under the influence of alcohol he collapsed instantly.
When he woke up it was 5 am.
His stomach ached, he had a certain acidity, mixed with nausea, certainly caused by alcohol.
Yes he got up and barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up everything he had ingested the night before. The stomach seemed to rip open.
When he thought he was done, he leaned his back against the bathroom tiles. His body trembled and he felt exhausted.
He stood there for a long time with his eyes closed.
Back in the living room, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed his boss's number. It was about seven and he was sure he was awake.
- Voight, - he replied
- Boss, it's Jay, - he told him.
- Halstead tell me - Hank said.
- I need a couple of days off - Jay continued
- Are you OK? - asked the sergeant, he could feel the fatigue he made talking through the telephone.
- Yes, all right - he said in a cracked voice as if he were about to cry.
- Well, you have two days, I can't give you more. Get back on your feet and get back to work. - Voight added even though he hadn't believed the story that the boy was okay.
Jay thanked him and closed the call.
In fact speaking had cost him a great deal of effort, he felt weak and tired. An immense sadness had taken possession of him and tears began to run down his cheeks.