Doctor Charles had left Will with Natalie and while waiting for him to wake up he had hypothesized to go back to his ward to check on patients. Eventually, however, he had changed his plans.

Before returning to psychiatry he decided to pay Jay a visit, he wanted to know how he was after the violent blow he had received. They had told him exactly what had happened and since then he had not yet visited him.

Will needed him and Charles knew it, he was aware of the bond that existed between the two. The brothers were inseparable and although they rarely saw each other due to different working hours, they were next to each other especially in times of need.. They were left alone, they had no other family members who could help them, so they supported each other.

The psychiatrist then wanted to check the detective's condition so that he could take him to Will to be together again. Being together could only have done him good for both of them.

As soon as the doctor entered the room, however, he noticed that Jay was sleeping. After meeting Hailey and Antonio more or less he went into crisis crying and screaming in search of his brother. The detective looked confused, delusional and there was no way to calm him down other than to sedate him. So after some time, after injecting the drugs, the young Halstead finally calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

It was important that the boy rest a little, the more he slept the more his concussion could heal without him feeling the effects.

Charles decided to stay there for a while and took a chair and sat down next to the bed.

While he waited, he observed the values recorded by the monitors Jay was connected to: saturation, blood pressure, and heart rate. Everything seemed normal.

Jay was a healthy and strong young man. It would take some time and some patience, but in the end he would recover perfectly.

Given the nausea he had and the lack of adequate nutrition, the detective had a drip inserted in his right arm with saline infused to avoid dehydration. You could see the thread coming out from under the covers.

It was when the doctor thought it was time to leave that the detective began to move. He started tossing and turning in bed, he was finally waking up.

- Mmmm! Will! - he said opening his eyes slightly calling his brother and thinking that the figure next to him was him.

- Jay no, I'm not Will, I'm Dr. Charles. - replied the doctor sitting next to him - well awake.

The detective began to look around. He was as if lost, he was trying to understand what was happening.

- What ... - the young man began to stammer while with his free hand he touched the showy bandage on his forehead.

- You had an accident Jay, you hit your head with a concussion - explained the doctor.

- My head hurts - Jay said starting to fidget placing both hands on his forehead in a desperate attempt to contain the pain he was feeling.

- I'll get your chart to see your treatment and then I'll get you some painkillers - said the psychiatrist.

In doing so, he pressed the nurses call button and asked them what he needed. After evaluating life, he finally had Jay bring the pain and nausea medications.

- No, doctor please .. don't give me drugs - he said trying to stop him.

- Don't worry, I'll just give you something to make you feel a little better ... - Charles explained.

The doctor could easily tell that the young man needed some painkiller given his tight expression on his face and something for the nausea that was still gripping him and this could be seen from the face that although it was pale it had a slightly greenish color.

Jay for his part was terrified, he didn't want any more drugs in his system.

- What is happening? Why don't you want medicines that can help you feel better? - Charles asked puzzled.

- Medicines don't make me focus.- he said

Charles understood that Jay was afraid of losing control of situations.

The psychiatrist had met the detective when he had due to his PTSD he had to have sessions after working on a difficult case. Even there he showed himself as a young man who wanted to have everything under control, nothing had to escape him.

Charles gave up on his idea of giving him something and stayed with him to try to talk to him.