Chapter 11 has finally arrived... life has been super busy and it's been hard to get this one right. Thanks again for all the reviews, likes and follows. It's all appreciated!

Chapter Eleven

"That's not Jay's." Hailey stated bluntly.

Voight closed his eyes, very quickly realizing where the cell phone had come from. With Will using his hands to give it a thorough inspection, there was no point in trying to get any prints from it. The device had also been wedged underneath Jay's body for some time.

"Hand it over. I think it's come from them." Voight said gruffly.

Will practically threw the cell phone at Voight. Voight unlocked the screen.

"That vibration we heard was a message." He said, pressing the screen to open it up fully. "20818C5J. Go tomorrow. Take everything." He read out, catching Hailey's eyes.

"A case file number." She answered for him.

"Hmmm." Voight said gritting his teeth. "Well, there's no doubt where the cell phone came from."

"Tomorrow? Are they insane? They're the ones that hurt him so badly, he's in ICU!" Will said, appalled at the situation.

"Well, it's irrelevant anyway. He's not going anywhere." Voight reassured him.

"What do we do now?" Hailey asked, feeling sick at the idea that Jay's mental anguish was still ongoing.

"I'll give the team a call and see if they can get a history on the cell phone that sent this message. Then work starts on this case file to find the link." Voight said.

A silence fell upon the three of them, each lost within their own thoughts as they watched Jay sleep. It was a relief to see him finally relaxed, even though they all knew it was unlikely to last long.

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Walking through the back streets in a desperate attempt to avoid all main roads, Pete and Jason reflected on their visit to Chicago Med that morning. Pete had already stuffed the uniform he had worn inside an old rucksack Jason had given him. He was back in his comfy low-slung jeans and ripped t-shirt.

"I dunno Pete, if he's as bad as you say he is- there's no way he's gonna go tomorrow, is he?" Jason said.

"Yeah he will, he's probably faking it! Dumb ass cop." Pete said grinning. "You should have seen his face!"

"Faking it?" Jason stopped walking and turned to face him. "Do you have any idea what you did to him?"

Pete stopped. "Me? What I fucking did to him?" He spat angrily, his excitement at seeing Jay's panicked face disappearing in an instant.

"Yes, you!" Jason shouted, shocked by Pete's statement. "You're the one that caused all this!"

"Oh, that's fucking rich, you were part of it too, or don't you remember feeding him fucking dog food and beating the shit out of him?" Pete was becoming more aggressive, he started bouncing on the soles of his feet like he was preparing to punch Jason.

"Yeah. I do. But we were told to do that!" Jason yelled back. "Not... not... drown him and try and fucking kill him! You take everything too far!"

Pete couldn't contain himself any longer, he drew his fist back and suddenly propelled it towards Jason, hitting him square in the eye. He went flying backwards, landing on the floor ungracefully. Pete had no intention of stopping, he rushed towards Jason who was just starting to get back up and began kicking him in the ribs, forcing him back down to the ground.

"Why don't you just call the cops now! If you feel so sad for him!" He yelled, giving Jason another hard kick. Jason groaned and from his position on the ground he tried to swing his legs out and trip Pete up. It didn't work and served only to anger Pete further. Pete grabbed at his waist band and pulled the large knife out. Lunging downwards, he shoved it up against Jason's throat.

"Fucking hell Pete! Stop!" Jason yelled, trying to scramble backwards on the floor, away from the knife. "They'll kill us both if we don't sort this. Put that fucking thing away!"

Pete glared at him, taking a moment to debate Jason's words. He reluctantly yanked the knife away. "Get up, you fucking idiot." He yelled.

"You're a dickhead. You know that?" Jason said, climbing up from the floor, clutching his sore ribs. His eye stayed closed, the swelling appearing instantly. "Did you hear what I said, they're gonna kill us if we don't fix this." Jason repeated.

Pete turned back to face him, his smile returning again. "Nah, I've got the perfect idea to get that lazy fucking cop out of his bed. He'll practically be running outta there tomorrow!"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Come on then, let's hear it..."

"We need to head back to the hospital and we're gonna need a car." He said grinning.

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As the morning passed, Jay remained deeply asleep. Voight offered to stay with him to allow Hailey and Will to head home for a few hours. It didn't take much persuasion; they had been there for days, and neither of them had seen inside their apartments for some time. Will ensured Voight would keep his pain relief topped up and call for help if anything changed. Voight reassured him that the ICU was full of nurses and doctors who's job it was to help Jay. Will nodded reluctantly and he ushered them both out of the door. They walked to the carpark together and then went their separate ways in their own cars. Hailey was actually looking forward to taking a hot shower, putting a wash on and repacking her bag she kept with her at the hospital. Will was planning on sleeping in an actual bed for a few hours.

Voight reclined the chair a little and settled back, sending a quick text to Adam for an update. Sometime later he looked up noticing that Jay had started talking in his sleep. It was very quiet, more of a mumble, but he was clearly saying 'stop' and 'no'. He looked at the PCA to see if he could press the button again for him, but he'd pushed it just under an hour previously and noticed it was still locked out for more doses. He carried on watching him, noticing his heart rate climbing on the monitors and he debated whether to try and wake him. A short time passed, and Jay's legs joined in the fight. He dragged them about under the sheet, obviously trying to get away from wherever was going on in his head. His face screwed up in pain and he began to shout much louder. His accelerating heart rate triggered the monitoring alarm and Voight's potential plan to wake him up was put straight into action. He reached out and squeezed his arm gently.

"Jay, wake up." He said softly.

"No!" Jay shouted, his eyes springing open. Completely disorientated, he took in the room around him. He struggled for breath as he acknowledged the intrusive rushing oxygen up his nose. Voight looked at him, noticing he was physically trembling, he wondered how best to help him. Over the next few seconds, Voight could see that the memories of what had happened to him were coming flooding back.

"You're ok kid." Voight said calmly. "You're safe."

"I... He..." Jay tried to make sense of the nightmare he'd just experienced.

A nurse rushed through the door. "Is he ok?" She asked.

"A nightmare. I've got him." Voight answered, noticing Jay appearing like he was in a state of shock.

The nurse observed his monitor and felt reassured that his heart rate was falling and all other observations appeared normal. She confirmed that Voight was ok staying with him and left the room.

"You ok?" Voight asked him.

"I was..." Jay closed his eyes, panting for breath. "There."

"I guessed that." He replied, kindly. "Take a few deep breaths Jay, you're ok."

"They're coming... back..." Jay said, opening his eyes and looking up to Voight. His hands continued to tremble.

Voight shook his head, gritting his teeth even at the thought of them strolling back into Jay's room. "They're not Jay. I promise you."

Jay felt a wave of nausea, he knew Pete, there was no way he was getting out of this mess alive. "I can't go back... there."

"Seriously Jay, it's not happening. We've got some more leads were following, we're gonna get these guys." Voight said.

"What leads?" He asked, trying to relax his shaking body.

Voight sighed, wondering whether it would stress him out more to tell him about the cell phone. But he couldn't hold it back, and decided to tell him. "Will found a cell phone underneath you, it's from them. There was a message for you on it."

"A message?"

"Yeah, they want you to go tomorrow, gave us the case file number."

"Oh god." The sick feeling returned, stronger this time. He took deep breaths to help it pass. There was no way he could go anywhere tomorrow.

"Adam's digging into the link now between our case and the one in the message. There might be something there that can help us get them in custody."

"What about... a... set up. I... could-" Jay started to suggest, Voight cut in.

"It's a great idea, but no Jay. You're in no state to be doing anything other than resting. Plus, you've done enough and your brother would kill me."

Jay closed his eyes in frustration. This could be the perfect situation to set them up and nail these guys once and for all. But it would have to be him for the drop off, the gang wouldn't even get close enough to be caught if they could see that it wasn't Jay. He felt completely torn. His body was aching in more places than he knew he had and he was exhausted. But he desperately wanted to try and get up, get his recovery moving forward to help catch this gang.

"I need... to speak... to Ethan."

Voight sighed, shaking his head. "He's not going to let you get up and get back to work Jay, you can't breathe properly! Come on kid, think about Hailey. She needs you to get better."

Jay looked emotional hearing her name and he closed his eyes. He had done nothing but think about Hailey for so long. That had been the only thing that had really got him through the tough days and nights in the warehouse. He would never do anything to hurt her.

"Is she... ok?" He asked.

"Yeah Jay, she's tough. She hasn't left your side. But don't you think she'll cope watching you torture yourself further by leaving here early. You just can't, ok?"

He nodded.

"Do you want a drink?"

He nodded again. "Love a... cold beer..."

Voight smiled. "As soon as you're well enough, I'll buy you the first one. But for now, it's water only." He put the cup in front of Jay and he gently caught the straw with his mouth. "Take it easy..."

Jay took four long sucks and then pushed the straw out of his mouth. Water had never tasted so good. He still felt so dehydrated and weak.

"Are you comfortable?" Voight asked him.

He shook his head. "Need to... sit up."

Voight fiddled with the bed controls and the head of the bed starting rising slowly. Voight continued until Jay's face told him he'd gone far enough. His face screwed up and he forced himself to breathe through the pain.

"Too far?" Voight asked, worried he'd hurt him more.

"No... s'ok." Despite the discomfort, Jay felt better more upright. He felt vulnerable laying down and could also watch the door easier in this new position, in case Pete did decide to return.

"What's hurting?" Voight asked, noticing his face still tense.

"Chest... ribs... back." He replied, knowing it was pointless trying to tell Voight that he was ok.

"Will said you might need to press for pain relief. I pushed it a while back, so maybe try it again?"

"S'ok. It's... passing." He risked a lie, not wanting more of the strong pain relief. He took a moment to catch his breath. "Where's Hailey?"

"She's gone home for a bit, same for your brother. I'm staying." Voight watched him as his eye's flicked towards the door and then back to him constantly. He could tell Jay was anxious.

The pain in his back was building again and he was going to need to change his position. He gently pushed his left elbow into the bed and pushing his weight down on it, he tried to shift his butt slightly to the right. It didn't move him off of the wound and his face was unable to hide the pain that was spreading through his lower back and shoulder.

"Keep still Jay."

"Fucking hurts..." He said frustrated, trying to keep it together.

"I know kid, why don't you press this." He said putting the blue button back in his hand. Jay ignored it.

"What's... wrong... with... me?" He panted. He had a vague idea at some of his injuries. He had felt himself becoming increasingly unwell over the weeks and knew his lungs were in bad shape He also had vivid memories of hearing multiple ribs cracking and he was certain that being dragged around partially conscious, had caused problems too. He wasn't sure if they'd found more injuries since he'd arrived at Med.

"Ahhh..." He rubbed a hand over his face. "You might wanna have that conversation with your brother when he gets back."

Jay shook his head.

"Or maybe I should get Ethan?"

"Just... tell... me..." Jay replied, knowing Voight would give it to him straight.

He blew out a breath and did his best to update him. He was thankful that although he hadn't been visiting Jay much, he'd been phoning for regular updates from the nurses. "You gotta bad chest infection and there was water in your lungs when we found you."

Jay nodded, thinking back to how his lungs had become damaged by the water. Pete's waterboarding sessions were like nothing he had ever experienced before. His thoughts moved on to when Voight found him and how overwhelming that moment had felt. He knew he couldn't have lasted much longer.

"Did they waterboard you Jay?" Voight asked him straight, catching him off guard. He looked up at him, and Voight could tell by the look on his face that they had done exactly that.

He nodded, dropping his eyes to the bed sheet. Hearing Jay confirm what he already knew still hit him like a punch to the gut.

"More than once?"

A slow nod followed and Voight grunted in response.

"What... else?"

"Your wrists are broken. I guess you noticed the casts." He said, Jay looked down at them, he nodded slowly, in a daze. He was pretty sure his wrists had been broken since the first episode with the water. There had been three of them holding him down and he had struggled insanely hard; at the time, he was surprised his shoulders hadn't dislocated.

Voight swallowed; he wasn't sure if he should continue with the conversation. It was hard watching Jay listen to the list of the injuries he'd sustained and he wondered for a moment whether Jay was going to break down.

"What... else?" He repeated, looking back up to Voight, meeting his eyes.

Voight stared back at his gaunt face, he sighed and continued. "You've got many broken ribs and your collar bone is broken on your right. There's a lot of grazes and wounds on your back, your legs and feet. The skin around your..." He paused not knowing the right way to say it. "The skin around your butt and things is sore and infected. But it's all improving Jay."

More nodding as Jay continued to listen. He could feel all those wounds, stinging and throbbing unbearably. He fiddled with the blue button in his hand but didn't push it, knowing it would knock him out. He wanted to hear what Voight had to say.

"They dragged... me." He said quietly, Voight could barely hear him.

"Yeah, Will said it looked like they'd done that. They dragged you around by your broken wrists?"

"No." Jay answered, closing his eyes briefly at the memories. "By my... feet..."

"Christ kid." He reached out and rubbed Jay's arm gently in reassurance. Jay startled in response to the touch. "You've lost a lot of weight Jay, and your kidneys weren't performing too well. The last update I had from the nurses though was that things were getting better. "

"I was... so hungry... thirsty."

"I can't imagine what it was like Jay."

"Fed me... fucking... dog food..." Jay said getting angry and starting to cough, he winced with the pain in his ribs. He had done well not to have coughed at all since he had woken, but he was talking too much and they both knew it.

"Ok, Jay. You need to stop talking. Take a sip of water." He instructed, passing the glass towards Jay. He caught the straw again and took a few sucks.

"I... don't wanna... be here..." He said after a while, closing his eyes.

"I know kid. I know. But they're helping you and you are getting better."

Jay shook his head; he didn't believe him in the slightest. His body was aching all over and he felt so weak. He tried to move himself again to get more comfortable, but failed, groaning with frustration. For the first time he noticed all the tubes and wires coming in and out of his body. There was no way he was going to cope with weeks of this.

"Don't move by yourself, I'll get the nurse to help you turn. Push the button before she comes, I have a feeling it's gonna hurt otherwise." Voight told him.

Jay gave in a pushed it. He wasn't sure how Voight had summoned a nurse so quickly but he opened his eyes to see her standing in front of him with a brightly coloured sheet in her hands and a smile on her face.

"You want to go on your side? We'll use the slide sheet." She asked kindly. He nodded in reply, the room looking distorted, he realised he was feeling the effects of the medication.

"Ok, I'm just going to disconnect a few things- then we'll start."

Jay closed his eyes. He could feel her touching tubes and wires and was grateful that Voight had made him push for pain relief. He was in and out and knew that the process would have been bothered him both physically and emotionally without it.

A short time later he was resting on his left side. Voight switched chairs and was sat facing him again. He wasn't quite asleep, but his eye lids were so heavy he had given up trying to open them. He could hear Voight breathing in front of him, and new he was still there. A panic shot through him at the thought of Pete returning whilst he was so out of it. Even if he could open his eyes, now facing the wall, he couldn't even see the door any more. Voight noticed his heart rate spike on the monitors.

"You ok?" He asked gently, he wasn't certain if Jay was still awake or dreaming again.

"The... door..." He mumbled.

"I'm here Jay. Go to sleep, I'm watching the door."

He received a very sleepy "Thanks" in reply.

"Just hold on Jay, ok? We're gonna get these guys. Just hold on."