Jay's condition was getting worse and worse. Will was trying to get to Med as fast as possible.
He felt his brother breathe badly and in some moments it was as if he just couldn't.
He was panting worryingly and Will's heart was pounding because he realized Jay had something serious and he knew he should get to the hospital as soon as possible.
It was night and fortunately there was not the coming and going of people on the streets that there was during the day.
The doctor tried in every way to wake up his brother who had fallen asleep again since they left. His temperature was too high and it was impossible for him to maintain consciousness for long.
Tears began to fill Will's eyes. It was hard not to panic.
It was not easy for him to see his brother in those conditions.
The doctor tried in every way to keep calm, but in the end a few tears that he triedl to hold back, began to streak his face again as he drove and he promptly
From time to time he touched his brother's forehead. The temperature seemed to have risen further, he was very hot and the rest of his body was freezing. Jay was shaking a leaf, he must have felt very cold, despite being wrapped in a heavy blanket..
Along the way Will reluctantly had to stop several times. He didn't want to waste time and get to the hospital as soon as possible, but he also had to support his brother during various coughing fits.
Jay leaned forward, on himself trying to manage the pain in his chest from the various coughs. The seizures lasted several seconds and in the end the detective had several retches as he tried to throw out the phlegm that now increasingly clogged his respiratory tract and especially his throat. It was as if this was now closed, so as not to let even a breath of air through.
Unfortunately, the young man no longer even had the energy to force himself to vomit.
The rales were more and more audible and they were joined by faint moans.
After the umpteenth stop, Will hurried to reach the driver's side again, turning the car's heat up to the maximum.
He knew he had no time to waste. He turned the key in the ignition and as he left he sank his foot into the accelerator, keeping his hand pressed to the horn, the sound of which accompanied their otherwise silent sound.
The doctor darted like crazy through the streets of the city and at times he even risked some accidents managing to maintain control of the car in the end and not to end up off the road due to cause.
A few more minutes and they would be at the Med. As he drove he also tried to pick up the phone to call Meggie. If he had been able to warn her in advance, she could have alerted the colleagues present for the night shift by informing them of their arrival, but unfortunately he realized that the battery was low
He cursed himself for forgetting to put the phone on charge before falling asleep.
Not far from him on the road, moreover, there was also a police patrol that stopped the cars to make the necessary checks.
- No please no! don't stop us! I beg you, not this too, he said to himself, but the doctor aloud.
As usual, however, he did not have much luck. Seeing the excessive speed it was obvious that the cops would try to stop him and immediately one of them leaned out a bit showing him the shovel.
For a few moments it occurred to the doctor to go on without considering the request of the men in uniform, but in the end his loyal sense of duty, which had been instilled in him since childhood by his parents, prevailed and so Will shifted his foot on the brake pedal, squeezing it as hard as he could.
A little ahead of the two policemen, with a loud screech the car finally stopped making Will go forward on the seat and making him hit the sternum against the steering wheel, while with one arm he tried to prevent the same from happening to his brother.
It was a dull and painful blow.
Will gasped and took a few breaths to try to calm down a bit. It was, however, too complicated a thing to do at the moment. In addition, the doctor tried as much as possible to manage the pain caused by the impact he had. A few moments later, finally someone knocked on his window bringing him back to reality.
Immediately the doctor rolled down the window and the policeman began to inform him of all the rules he had broken due primarily to the other speed, too far beyond the allowed and then asked for his license and registration.
Will was desperate, with tears in his eyes, the same ones he had been holding for the whole trip and which had now begun to fall freely and copiously down his cheeks. Shortly after the policeman had started talking he interrupted him leaving him amazed.
- Please let us go. I know I've broken several rules, but I have to get to the hospital as soon as possible. I'm a doctor, I work at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center. My brother is very ill, he needs to be treated. - he said now sobbing.
The policeman looked up from him and observed the other passenger in the car.
He then realized that Halstead was telling the truth.
If not, they would have been too good at pretending, both he and the other young man in the car.
The passenger was pale, had an ashen face, and this was even worse by the artificial light
and from the moon.
It was absolutely not a fiction.