Will had run away from the ER.
Too much sadness, melancholy, loneliness filled his heart.
He was shaking, panting. Hois heart was racing, his chest ached. It was as if he were skidding, he lacked air. He was about to choke, he felt a lump in his throat and so he decided to run away.
He had never had such a thing happen to him, he was having a panic attack.
He was not new to problems and had always managed to deal with them.
At that moment he, on the other hand, he just couldn't do it.
He seemed to attract them like a magnet.
Will had gone into overload, he was feeling very low.
After he ran away from the ed he made his way up the stairs, climbing the steps four by four to the hospital terrace.
When he got there he was out of breath, he was all sweaty.
As soon as he was on the terrace the air of a cold winter day enveloped him, but he didn't realize it.
He wore only the light hospital uniform.
Yes he leaned against one of the walls and slid down to find himself sitting on the ground. Knees to chest, arms on them and hands on his face.
He needed to talk to someone or he would break out.
He took the phone he had in his pocket hoping to be able to do it even for a moment with Jay, he hoped to find it in the office or not too busy.
He needed to talk to someone and he was his only choice.
If he had gone on keeping everything inside, sooner or later he would have exploded.
He didn't want someone to solve his problems, just someone to listen to him.
Will then picked up the phone and dialed Jay's number. Placing it to his ear he could hear the typical ringing sound that was being made. But no one answered.
Jay was in the middle of a case. Two 22-year-old twins had been kidnapped, used as a drug courier and then gutted to recover drugs.
They had been working on this case for days. Few hours of sleep, no free time ...
At last they had a lead and were arming themselves to the teeth to go and verify the tip they had gotten from an informant.
If he had been lucky they would have arrested the culprits.
Got into the car with Hailey, he set off following the others to reach the predetermined address.
It was while they were traveling that the phone rang.
- Hailey can you please see who is? - he asked his colleague.
- He's your brother, do you want to answer? - she replied.
- Yes sure. Put him on speakerphone, if he calls me he means he needs something. - said the detective.
True, Will wasn't one he called for nothing, he almost never did.
- Hallo Will, tell me - answered the detective continuing to drive with the colleague who held the phone in her hands.
- Jay, I need to talk to you. - said the doctor now in the balloon.
Unfortunately, the detective and the colleague had arrived at their destination and therefore it was necessary to end the call as soon as possible.
- Will I call you back later? I'm on a case right now, we're about to make a round-up. - Jay said as he got ready to get out of the car at the sergeant's signal.
The brother did not answer for a few seconds and then with a simple ok, trembling and suffering, he closed the call.
The detective's heart ached. He had understood that there was something wrong with his brother and he would never want to close that way.
He was pondering what might have happened to him when Voight warned them, beckoning them, to take action.
The detective promised to call his brother back.