Will shuddered and kept shifting his gaze from the cop to his brother and back again. He wanted to leave, every lost minute was making him nervous and agitated more and more. Tired of waiting, he looked the policeman in his eyes with tears still streaming down his face.

At that point the one wearing the uniform asked:

- Where are you headed? -

- At Chicago Med - replied the doctor - I am a doctor, as I said and I work there.

- Ok, we'll lead you - the policeman said, gesturing to his colleague to get in the car and get ready to leave.

Will did not know how to thank them, there he watched organize and In a few seconds the two in the wheel had passed the doctor's car.

The two cars had left and the police vehicle had the flashing light on.

Within minutes they arrived at Chicago Med and eventually the cops left not before Will had thanked them again.

Unfortunately, however, that night despite the help received, everything seemed to turn against for the doctor and his brother.

Old Halstead had to park his car away from the emergency room entrance. Everything was clogged, even the ambulance bay was full of vehicles with paramedics delivering patients. And it was only 11 pm.

Will left the car turned on not far from where the ambulances were, trying not to create problems when they came out and, leaving his brother in the car, headed into the emergency room.

Halstead ran as fast as he could, his heart was pounding and when he entered the building he was completely out of breath.

Will was already tired of him, but due to the physical exertion he had just made he was panting.

He was trying to find someone who could help him. But everyone seemed busy that evening and despite his efforts no one was available to listen to him.

That was the night shift, so there wasn't even anyone he knew, except Meggie, who wasn't at the moment at her station.

- I need help! I need help! I need...!

Without realizing it Will fell to his knees and tears of anger began to fall from his eyes.

The doctor screamed trying to get someone's attention, but what he got was only the patients' eyes fixed on him as everyone seeing him in that condition imagined he was crazy.

Also that evening there was a lot of comings and goings and everyone, doctor or nurse who was, was committed to saving lives.

Will began to think that if he didn't do something soon, he wouldn't surely lose his little brother tonight.

Nobody noticed, nobody came close to him. It was at that point that Will knew he would have to do it himself.

Staggering physically exhausted from the long shift he had done the previous hours without having rested and psychologically from the stress and worry for Jay, the doctor got up from the ground and took a wheelchair and ran out pushing it towards the car.

He had to resist, he couldn't give up, he told his brother.

He knew he couldn't be completely objective since it was Jay, he being a familiar of him, but he couldn't sit idle. He could not do anything he had to act to make sure that his brother could get better soon.

The distance from the ED to the car seemed very long to him, but he kept pushing that chair letting himself get carried away a little.

When he finally got to the car he was forced to lean with both hands on the hood. He had run so long that he was out of breath. His breathing was labored.

Once he recovered then, after a few seconds he opened the passenger side door and his heart broke from what he saw.

His brother had surely had another seizure, vomited on himself and then slumped towards the driver's side.