Meggie, who continued to keep an eye on Will from her station, noticed that her friend was now waking up, so she immediately moved towards her room.

She absolutely didn't want him to wake up and find himself alone.

With a gesture before entering the room she made Dr. Choi understand what was happening, and the latter immediately joined her.

A few moments later, as the two had positioned themselves on either side of the bed, Halstead opened his eyes.

The doctor felt confused, he didn't remember much of what had happened a few hours ago.

- What ... what happened?- he asked

- You must have felt bad - Choi said - I found you lying on the bathroom floor unconscious. -

- Don't you remember anything? - Meggie asked

- No, it's all confused. Will answered.

- How do you feel now? - Ethan asked

- I'm fine, much better than before for sure. I'm just a little tired, - Halstead said

In his mind there were only a few excerpts of what had happened, but what he distinctly knew were the bodily symptoms that were the ones that remained more and more etched.

Ethan and Meggie started the checkups and what the doctor said was confirmed, he was better. The blood pressure had also risen and the doctor had regained some color in his face.

- Could I continue my shift? - Will asked, wishing he could get back to work as soon as possible.

The usual Doctor Halstead seemed to be back, the one who was unable to stand on his hands, the one who worked even if ill until he was no longer able to stand up.

The two did not agree, but the doctor did not want to hear reasons, he had no intention of remaining in that hospital bed any longer.

He felt good so he was able to get up and do his duty to give the bed to those who really needed it.

The nurse then, knowing how useless it was to fight against her friend's stubbornness, said:

- Okay, so if you really want to do something, you'll stay with me at the counter sorting arrivals and medical records. -

Will reluctantly agreed, he had become a doctor to treat patients, not paperwork. But in that moment, anything was better than being in a hospital bed.

And so he did for the rest of the afternoon.

Obviously that day he was prevented from working overtime and as he felt better he was sent home.

Meggie figured Will would take his car home, like he did every day. He advised him to eat something hot and try to rest as much as possible since the shift would start at 11:00 the next day.

Doctor Halstead came out of the hospital under the attentive gaze of the nurse, however, pretended to go to the parking place where he used to park, but then when he noticed that she was back he went back to reach the subway stop.

Checking the timetable he noticed that the one he was supposed to take was already past ten minutes. This time he was late. The next was at 7pm. He had about an hour to wait before it.

He could have taken another one, but he would have stayed on the subway for longer because it went the opposite way to what he needed.

Between the two options, he therefore preferred to wait.

The cold in Chicago in those days was bitter. The doctor found a corner sheltered from the cold wind that continued to blow and sat down on a bench waiting for the metro to arrive.

He was standing there, his hands, despite the gloves, were frozen. The cold was so pungent that it penetrated into the bones.

It seemed an eternity when the subway finally arrived. Will, as quickly as possible, climbed on it looking for a place to sit and crouch trying to warm up.'.

How he regretted his car.

Sighing sadly he made the journey.

In a very short time, thanks to the tiredness and the medicines injected him for the nausea and the constant migraine, the doctor fell asleep.