Once inside Jay thanked Dr. Choi who had accompanied him. The detective had managed to convince him that he was okay and promised that if he was bad he would tell.
The doctor decided to trust him, he had to go for a commitment and could not stop any longer. Besides being the hospital if he was ill he could have received the necessary help.
Jay was walking over to the nurses' desk to ask about his brother and that was where he saw him. He was ashen-faced, fatigued, sitting trying to sign papers.
- Will,- he called weakly.
Slowly due to the pain he still felt, he turned and saw him. In a way he was happy that he was there, on the other hand, however, he would have preferred to be seen differently, perhaps after taking a shower to clean up.
He was still wearing the pants that his brother had loaned him and over the hospital shirt that he had put on to be able to leave since the one he had been cut to allow the doctors to help him.
- Jay, what's going on? What are you doing here? - Asked the tired doctor, starting to worry.
- I need to talk to you, - the detective said in a trembling voice.
Natalie offered to finish the paperwork so the two could talk.
The brothers then withdrew to the doctors room to talk comfortably on the sofa.
- What's wrong with Will? You haven't looked good since this morning. - Jay immediately asked
- Look who's talking. And you? You look like a walking ghost. - Will answered sarcastically and then added trying to change the subject - how did the meeting at the military base go? -
- Pretty good - I'd say. - But being there made me feel bad, "Jay said.
- I guess ... it reminded you of your time in the war. And your PTSD is becoming difficult to control. - added the doctor.
- Yes, exactly - said the detective - I have relived in these days some moments that I had tried to forget. Even when you woke me up I was there. -
- It must be really hard, - Will added. - You should talk to someone about it. - I think it would help you -
- There's more you don't know-/ Jay pointed out.
Having said that, he began to tell him from the beginning, albeit emotionally involved. He began to tell about the case, the child, the dreams, his malaise.
It all made sense to the doctor now
The detective was a river in flood, with his brother he had always managed to talk, even if it seemed difficult to start, as soon as he started he pulled out everything without stopping.
And this time he made no exceptions.
"The captain gave me this before he left," Jay said, taking the envelope from his jacket pocket and handing it to his brother, trembling.
"Have you opened it yet?" Asked the eldest of the Halsteads.
- Yeah, they want to have me undercover at the chat base ... But I can't Will, I can't. - the detective kept talking crying desperately. - According to Logby there is a mole in the base and other colleagues are in danger, maybe even me and the captain himself.
As he spoke he was hyperventilating again and the nausea, due to his anxiety, was once again taking over his body.
-Will I .. I have to ..- he tried to say, but before he could finish the sentence he threw up something.
By now it had become a defense mechanism that made him feel a little better so the triggered mechanism had led him to emit retching trying to empty his stomach.
Will was also ill, his strength was slowly abandoning him.
He was asking too much of his body. Before letting go, however, he wanted to resolve the issue of his brother, or at least find someone to entrust him to in order to get through it all.
He was there, ready to contain his brother's outbursts, to support him in all respects, but this time, the situation went far beyond what he could have done.
- Jay listen to me take a deep breath and try to calm down. You listen to my voice. We will solve everything. I can't promise you won't go undercover, but I swear we'll do anything to make sure you're okay if you do. - Said the doctor trying to calm the detective's constant retching trying to empty a stomach in which there was nothing left.