Once Jay had calmed down a little, the two brothers stood up directed by Dr. Charles to allow the detective to discuss the matter with him.
The ideal would have been that Doctor Choi was also present, who knew well the world of weapons, but unfortunately he had a commitment and had already left the hospital.
As they left the room Will asked April to send someone to clean up as Jay was feeling unwell.
The two were directed by Meggie to ask where the psychiatrist was, but it was at that moment that Dr. Halstead, unable to resist anymore, let himself go.
He collapsed on his brother, who initially tried to support him and then accompanied him slowly to the ground with terror in his eyes.
The doctor had said nothing about his condition to his brother.
- Damn Will,- said Dr. Rhodes, running towards him to help him by checking the state of the wound.
- I told you not to overdo it,- Meggie said.
Meanwhile, the detective stood there petrified watching what the doctors were doing to save him. He was shocked, he didn't know about Will's surgery.
Natalie was there too and trying to help.
- What happens? What he has? Please tell me.- The detective pleaded there.
The nurse and Connor didn't answer. They were too busy saving Will's life.
Everything remained unchanged for a while with a detective in crisis trying to figure out what was happening until a very angry Natalie, like no one had ever seen her, said:
- You really don't know what happened? It was you who reduced it like this. -
The detective looked at her in disbelief. This, both because one of her expected such a reaction from her sweet and good sister-in-law, and because her words had impressed him a lot.
It was him. Had he hurt him? When? How?
- It's useless for you to look at me like that. It was you with your nightmares who reduced it like this. - she added.
Jay was shocked at what he had heard.
So that was why he was weird ever since they woke up.
How he could have been so foolish as not to understand it, so foolish as not to imagine it.
His actions from then on were completely instinctive.
The detective backed silently to a nearby corner of the room, standing there as if he were petrified.
He was sitting closed in on himself with his knees almost to his chest and his eyes cast down, lost in emptiness. His elbows rested on his knees and his hands held his head.