Jay was in a lot of pain it was a torment to everyone who was there in the hospital.
He usually he would start praying everyone because he wanted to go home. This time it was different: he wanted to go see Will.
The detective was very confused and in the few moments of lucidity he often asked to see his brother him and reflected crying alone on how to organize the funeral.
His thoughts were interrupted, however, by a nurse who had joined him to give him new drugs. Jay was reluctant to take them, but after being told they were nauseous he calmed down and took them.
Slowly Jay felt tired, his head was pounding constantly and keeping his eyes closed helped him a lot.
He fell asleep without realizing it and in his mind he began to relive the events of the day.
Jay's eyes filled with tears and he couldn't hold back even while he slept.
He seemed so vulnerable, the strong, tough man, capable of dealing with any situation, was gone.
The detective woke up with a start crying like a baby. He couldn't wait any longer, he absolutely had to go to his brother. He had to see it, it was a he right of him.
If no one had helped him figure out where he was, he would have been the one to find him himself.
When he was sick Will was always there by his side. Each time he hoped he would leave him alone, but this time he would give everything he had to hear his voice once again, his grumbling over his behavior.
Jay was still in great pain from the concussion. The blow had been really strong. He had vomited several times and refused to eat for lunch.
The only thing he was taking was apple juice which April kindly gave him forcing him to drink it.
Ethan had stopped by to check on how he was doing and found himself again explaining what had happened previously. He had a hard time remembering. But one thing was always indelible in his mind. His brother was gone.
Doctor Choi kept telling him that he had to rest. It was the only way to fully recover.
Jay didn't mean to, at least not until he saw his brother him.
At the umpteenth "you have to rest" he got very irritated fidgeting more and more in the bed and starting to pull the wires to which he was connected.
- I don't want to stay in bed anymore, I have to go to Will. - he yelled at Ethan.
Suddenly he stood up pushing the doctor. He was determined to find Will.
He unfortunately he hadn't come to terms with his problem.
The movements he had made to get out of bed and get almost to the door of the room had upset him, he began to skid more and more as he headed towards it.
His complexion was once again greenish, the nausea had increased again.
Arriving at the door he grabbed the handle and unable to contain himself, almost without even realizing it he started throwing up the apple juice that Nurse Sexton had forced him to swallow.
After he finished throwing up his legs went limp and he passed out.
Fortunately this time Ethan, who was getting up after being pushed to the ground, supported him and placed him slowly on the floor.
When he then began to recover, with the help of the nurses he was taken back to bed and reconnected to the various machines.
The detective, immediately after lying down, fell asleep. That mini escape had exhausted him. He kept his eyes closed hoping he could stop the heavy pounding in his head.