The nurse offered Will a ride to get to the hospital on time. She hoped, having failed to discover anything at his house, that, by spending as much time as possible with the doctor, he would decide to open up a little with her.

The journey, however, passed silently.

They had almost reached the Med when the doctor's phone rang.

- Halstead,- he replied

- Doctor hi ... - said the voice on the phone.

He was the owner of the house.

- Due to problems that came in unexpectedly, I need his apartment so he must apologize very much, but I would need him to leave him as soon as possible. Obviously I give him all the material time to look for another accommodation. But the sooner he gets away, the better. I wouldn't have asked him if I hadn't been forced.-

For Will, that was another blow to his heart. He did not even remotely expect to be thrown out of the house and with such vehemence and speed. Especially then in that way, with a phone call.

If he had thought carefully he would have realized that to kick out a person from the house it took valid reasons and at least six months in advance. He could have taken legal action.

But who could help him? And with what money would he pay the lawyers? He had more or less solved his financial problem, but in any case it would take too much money to file a lawsuit and pay a lawyer, even to pay a new rent for a house.

- Thank you for letting me know, I'll let you know in a few days. -

These were the doctor's last words before closing the call.

It was not even remotely the answer he should have given, but if on the one hand he tried to remain impartial so as not to make the nurse understand anything, on the other he did not have the strength to oppose or think of something better.

He was passing for a fool.

Obviously, however, he was betrayed by the expression on his face that revealed his disappointment and his sadness ... in fact, Maggie immediately asked him:

- Problems? -

- No, all right, quiet - he replied lying once again the doctor turning then to look out the window.

Lockwood knew him well, they had been friends for a long time now. To her he was like an open book, so it was easy to understand when he was telling his lies.

The two reached the hospital parking lot with Will who had continued to look out while some hot tears rolled down his face.

How would he have managed to find another place that didn't cost too much and in a short time?

In reality he couldn't afford anything at the moment. When he first arrived in Chicago he had been lucky. He had found a very nice place to live that didn't have a high rent.

Will felt disgusting, he no longer had his woman, he did not own a car, he had distanced himself from his friends and brother because they had too many things to take care of to even think about his problems and now he no longer even had a place to go. come back, where to feel safe.

His life since he returned to Chicago had changed dramatically.

He sometimes he thought it would be better to die in the accident he had with Natalie.

As soon as he entered the emergency room, keeping his head down, he went to the doctors room and hid in a corner out of sight of those who entered. He sat on the floor with his back against the sofa and let himself go and started crying desperately.

He needed to let off steam.

- Why is everything bad? Why does it all happen to me? - he repeated in his mind

He was so nervous, so full of anger that in order to get rid of it at a certain point he found himself throwing several punches with great enthusiasm against the wall, seriously injuring his predominant hand. The knuckles, which had more or less crusted after the blow to the bathroom, were once again bleeding.

He also began to have a headache again. This was how on a somatic level he vented all that agitation, that nervousness that he felt.

Focusing on the physical pain, however, seemed to help him feel a little better. He distracted him from all his troubles, even though he was negative too.

He knew he couldn't stay there long, there was work to be done, he couldn't afford to lose that too.

After wiping his eyes he got up from where he was crouched to go to the bathroom to fix himself and as he was about to reach the door April entered the room.

Will hadn't noticed her presence, he only realized it when she greeted him.

- Good morning Dr. Halstead,- the nurse said

- Good morning - he replied hoarsely after some vain attempts to clear his throat

- Everything is fine? - Sexton asked noting that he was not 100%

- Yes, don't worry, everything is fine,- he told her

- Are you sure? You look strange. - replied the nurse.

- Yeah, just an annoying headache,- Halstead said.

It was evident that he was not in the best shape, so he decided to tell more or less the truth.

- I have some Tylenol if that can help you, - and so April opened her locker and offered it to him and fetched him a glass of water.

The doctor took the two tablets and swallowed them drinking a few sips of water and after thanking her he left the doctors room.

Will then went to the bathroom, washed his face and then put his bloody hand, which had managed to hide the nurse, under the cold stream of water.

Soon after he took some paper napkins from the machine attached to the wall, some he used to wipe his face, while others to wrap his hand which still continued to bleed even if less than before.

Before leaving he looked at himself in the mirror. He was completely another person. His face was pale and haggard. The red of her hair stood out noticeably from it.

Once out of the bathroom he walked over to Meggie to grab his iPad and get to work. Passing in front of the rooms he noticed that on one of the cabinets there was some gauze and disinfectant. He then decided to waste a few more minutes to fix the bleeding hand as best he could.

It wasn't easy with the non-dominant one to make a decent bandage, but he was still determined to make the best of him.

As a good doctor he then disinfected the wounds and once finished he began to wrap his in gauze while someone stopped behind him to observe what he was doing.

Yes, it was Dr. Choi who, passing through the corridors, noticing the doctor, alone, sitting on the bed, with his back to the door, busy doing something, stopped to look at him.

- Will what's happened? Ethan asked, slowly approaching him.

Halstead jumped, not expecting anyone to arrive. He immediately turned around trying to hide his hand from his colleague's view as best he could.

- Ethan didn't hear you come in, you scared me. - the red-haired doctor said sincerely.

- I'm sorry, I did not want to. What were you doing? As I passed I noticed you, you were so taken. But this is blood - said the Asian doctor, seeing the pieces of cotton wool and dirty napkins in the bowl that was on the cabinet - Did you hurt yourself? Where is it? With what?-

Will was motionless, but involuntarily hinted at his colleague that the wound was in his right hand.

- It shows,- Choi said at that point.

- Don't worry, it's nothing, just a few scratches. A little accident - Halstead replied trying to hide the injuries he had.

- I wouldn't say scratches. Who did you fight with? - Choi pointed out after observing his hand from a distance. He started asking him questions about his injuries and also trying to understand something more.

- It really looks worse than it is. I didn't fight quietly - Will added, moving his hand out of the doctor's sight. He actually did, but with the wall.

But Ethan was adamant and eventually Will was forced to show him his wounds.

- The hand is swollen and the knuckles are still bleeding. Can you close it?- he asked.

Halstead tried to answer in the affirmative by showing that he could do it, but the pain was still strong and he was able to move it very little.

- It is swelling again and turning yellowish in color. You would need an x-ray. It could be broken. -

- It's not that bad, but I'll do it later if necessary. -

Having said that Ethan gave him a bandage to allow him to work and told him that he would check it again later.