Jay closed his eyes once more. He was feeling exhausted and the headache was killing him too because he refused to take painkillers.
Charles at that point decided to let him rest and go check on his patients.
But from time to time he came down to Ed, he wanted to be there when Jay woke up, he wanted to talk to him.
It was only two hours later that the detective began to fidget.
- Will, Will .. where are you brother? - he repeated him almost crying.
- Jay wake up, you're dreaming. Jay… it's me Dr. Charles - the psychiatrist repeated calmly.
At that moment the detective suddenly opened his eyes and looked around in terror until he met the eyes of the doctor who was there with him.
- How do you feel boy? you are a bit better? - he tried to ask him.
But the young man didn't answer he was there and kept staring at him as if he were dazed.
- Jay ... Hey ... did you hear me? - asked the doctor again showing him a great calm using a gentle tone.
- My head hurts, I'm tired ... - he said then with the tone of his voice similar to a whisper.
Jay's eyes filled with tears in moments and his composure vanished.
It was so sad to see him in those conditions… he who was contemptuous of the dangers and so confident and fearless on the scene.
- I'm tired ... what happened to me? - he asked more and more dazed crying desperately
- I was hoping to hear from you ... they told me you hit your head pretty hard and they had to put stitches on you too. You passed out in the waiting room waiting for the end of the operation.
- Will ... - the detective said simply looking away turning to the right side. He hadn't listened to much of what the doctor had said.
A few moments later, however, Jay turned back to the doctor and said:
- Please let me see Will. I need to see it one more time. -
Despite the head injury, the detective was quite resolute. He remembered little of what had happened, but indelibly imprinted in his mind was what he thought had happened to his brother.
- Yeah, fine. You will see him do not worry .- he said smiling at him .- would you like to tell me what you remember? -Charles tried to investigate again, but realized that the boy was in no condition to speak.
- I don't ... I don't remember much ... just that ... Will ... Will ... please let me see it ... it's all my fault ... take me where it is ...- he answered later a bit.
Jay at that point looked like a broken record and with his hand he was rubbing the bandage on his head. It was evident that he was bothering him and that he was helping to make him more and more agitated.
Charles knew that the key thing was to get the two brothers to meet. He didn't know, however, that what Jay was asking of him was to allow him to give Will the final farewell.
A few moments after expressing his wish again, the detective closed his eyes again and continued to cry. Gradually, however, he seemed to calm down, perhaps exhausted from fatigue, and doze off once again.
The psychiatrist, therefore, took his tablet determined to return to Will to check the state and organize the meeting between the two brothers.
On his way out, however, the doctor met Choi who was entering the room to check Jay, his patient.
Speaking of this and that Ethan informed the psychiatrist of what he was unaware of and together they decided to find a way to get the brothers together again.
There was no time to waste. They were both letting go ...