The subway ride from Med to Will's house took about forty minutes. It was a predetermined tour with several stops and to them it was then necessary to add the piece of road that had to be done from the station to the doctor's house.

Unfortunately, having fallen asleep, however, Halstead did not get off where he had to and woke up when the subway was about to reach another stop, two after his.

He left the ER around 6:00 pm. It had taken about ten minutes on foot to reach the metro station which was near the hospital. Having skipped his stop, Will would have been forced to wait again while remaining on the bus. He had passed the station at which he would have had to get off for a while and so it would have been necessary to wait for the metro to repeat the tour. It would take about an hour to get to the one that would allow Will to go home.

It was around 7.15pm when he fell asleep. At about 8.45pm, when he woke up, he realized the situation and knowing that the stops were not very far from each other, about 10/15 minutes, he decided, to avoid remaining on that vehicle for a long time, to get off at the first useful station and to go back on foot. He couldn't wait to get to his house so he could put an end to that day.

He could have waited another subway to get back but it should have taken even longer.

The weather was getting worse, the cold wind blew more and more numbing those few people who walked on foot. It looked like a storm.

Will was very tired, he was having a hard time standing up. This was amplified by what he was experiencing at the time.

For two days he ended up on a bed with the drip and various medicines injected into it as well as the physiological.

The first time it was because of the liquor he drank while getting drunk, the second because of a personal physical discomfort. Both times he was then sent out and returned home.

His tiredness, his exhaustion were not so much due to something physical. It was mostly a psychological condition. Too much stress, too many bad things were happening to him. He no longer had the strength to go on and fight.

Every day, however, he struggled to think that it would get better, but even if it happened at the beginning then everything got worse quickly.

He had no strength to do anything, he had no appetite. It had been nearly two or three days that he had hardly touched any food. The only thing he could do was work. This was due to inertia because he could not give up and stop.

Will was on the ground, depressed, to use a term that Dr. Charles would have said.

The worst thing, however, was that by now he was letting go without asking for help. He was a stubborn and proud type. He always wanted and absolutely had to do it alone.

It was nearly 10pm when he finally got home. The distance, from the subway to his home, wasn't that great, but he dragged along and often felt the need to stop for a moment to catch his breath.

As soon as he entered his apartment he took off his jacket and shoes and as it was headed for the bedroom and threw himself prone on his bed hoping to be able to sleep so as to allow yet another bad day to end.

Before closing his eyes he checked the subway schedule for the next morning. He was supposed to leave the house at 9:30.

As soon as he put the phone on the bedside table, shivering from the cold suffered, he covered himself up to his head hoping to be able to warm up.

Suddenly, without understanding why, he began to cry desperately.

Tears ran down his cheeks for a long time, until finally the doctor collapsed, exhausted and overcome by exhaustion, falling asleep.