Getting Halstead out of that niche he was in was no easy thing for Antonio.

Jay was heavy enough, he was passed out so he couldn't help his colleague in some way.

It was also necessary to take into account the darkness that was in that place. In fact, the Hispanic detective found several hostals around him. He also had to proceed avoiding the tramp objects that were scattered here and there. The dense darkness of the place, while it might have seemed very useful to Jay, was complicating things for his colleague.

Antonio, however, knew he could not stop and therefore continued to carry Jay on his shoulders, walking without stopping and without giving up holding the cell phone with two fingers with the flashlight on.

Fortunately, however, not without difficulty, the senior detective managed to take his colleague out and gently placed him on the ground trying to catch his breath sitting next to him.

He couldn't waste time so he decided to contact 911 on his cell phone.

- 911 good morning - answered the voice on the phone - what is the emergency?

- I'm Detective Dawson, ID number 50259. I need an ambulance for my colleague ...-

And so saying, despite the breathlessness of the effort made, he described Jay's condition and the place where they were.

- Okay, the ambulance will be there in seven minutes - he woman said.

Once the call was closed, Antonio then contacted the sergeant to warn him that he had found him.

- Voight - he replied immediately seeing who was calling him

- Chief I'm Antonio, I found him! He was hiding in a niche near the bridge. It wasn't easy, he was in a very hidden spot, but I managed to find him! - said the detective, spraying happiness from all pores ..

- How are he? - asked the sergeant

- In general he seems to be fine. He appears to be dehydrated and has mild hypothermia. He's exhausted, soaking wet and definitely psychologically destroyed I guess. However, I have already called for help so that they are to determine the real conditions of him. I'm not a doctor. The good thing is that he doesn't look hurt. - the elderly Detective updated him.

The sergeant thanked him making him be amazed.

- Thanks Antonio for finding it! - he said to him.

That was one of the very rare times that Dawson felt kindness and real concern from his sergeant.

Finally, before closing the phone call, the latter told him that he would immediately join him together with the others in the team.

As soon as Dawson put the phone in his pocket he heard a moan coming from Jay. The young detective was starting to move, squirming mostly

Antonio helped him settle down. He was lying on the ground curled up on himself turned on his side. His colleague moved him, laying him on his back.

He still had his eyes closed, it was as if he didn't want to open them. His breathing was rapid and labored, and his heart was beating wildly as if he wanted to come out of his chest.

In addition, the young man had begun to tremble numb from the cold he felt.

Without thinking twice about it, Antonio, who had realized the cold that his colleague must feel, decided to open his jacket helping him to take it off and to do the same thing with his shirt.

In no time the detective was shirtless, his skin was cold and his lips had a dull color that usually wasn't like that.

Dawson took off his jacket and sweatshirt in turn, remaining short-sleeved.

The cold he felt immediately made him shiver, but he didn't care.

Regardless, he put them on Jay so that he could feel something warm on his body.

At that moment Antonio knew Jay needed it more than him.

After putting the warm sweatshirt on him, Jay also shivered, it was strange to feel that unexpected warmth on his skin.

Halstead curled up into himself, cuddling in the warmth.

A few moments later the detective opened his eyes wide closing them immediately because of the light that made them burn.

Once he got used to it, Jay began to look around to see where he was.

It took a while to focus, but then he understood.

What was he doing out there? who saved him? He did not deserve all this. He had to be alone. Disappear from circulation and let himself die.

- Jay, you finally woke up - Antonio told him making him jump - you made us worry.

Halstead was unaware of the presence of the colleague sitting there beside him.

The senior detective could have expected everything except the detective's response.

- Why?... why did you ... save me? Why ... did ... did you ... leave me ... where was I? - the young detective replied with difficulty, mumbling the words.

- What are you saying Jay? - Antonio could not understand.

- I ... I have to ... be alone ... Nobody ... can be with me ... - the other continued almost with tears in his eyes.

But Dawson still didn't understand. There were pieces that were missing in his puzzle in order to be able to reconstruct the whole story and therefore also pigeonhole the sentences of the colleague.

- I do ... I do ... harm to those who ... are ... close to me ... - said the boy who was now choking and then all in one breath added - I killed my brother. .. -

- What are you saying! Antonio answered stiffly.

- That's it ... Will ... Will is dead ... And it's all ... my fault ... - Jay screamed crying.

This time Dawson didn't answer anything. He moved closer to him and pulled him towards him holding him tight in a fatherly embrace.

It was at that moment that Halstead broke into a liberating cry.

The young man tried to get away from everything and everyone, but in the end he felt the need to have someone close, someone direct like Antonio who had understood that words were not always necessary.

So Dawson held him close, and Jay after an interminable crying had relaxed a little by staying crouched enjoying the physical contact that he really needed even if he was not aware of it.