Hailey's house:

It was early morning just before the Sun was about to rise when she entered her home. She walks around the kitchen then into the living room looking at the couch where Jay was sitting. She notices his incentive spirometer and replays last nights' events. She goes over Jay's every move. She wonders if she missed any signs of distress from him.

When they first got to her home from the hospital Jay settled onto the couch, the walk in was painful but he got comfortable and took a snooze. She woke him up for a pain pill and he ate dinner. He was alright then, right? She doesn't remember him showing any discomfort. She cleaned up from dinner while Jay flipped through the channels stopping on a Notre Dame football game. She walked in to watch with him and heard soft snores coming from Jay. Surely he was alright then, if he wasn't he wouldn't be sleeping.

When he woke he said he needed to use the bathroom. He grunted and groaned through getting off the couch and walked to the bathroom. She walks into the bathroom looking for clues. The face cloth and towel was used and also a tissue. She doesn't remember hearing Jay blow his nose but he must have. Maybe that was it. Did that pressure jar his ribs? Is that all it took? Is that why he said, "That was fun" and leaned on the table for support? Yes. Maybe? He then walked to the couch and did his breathing exercises, that's when she remembered really hearing him in discomfort. Will said that those exercises were necessary to keep his lungs clear and they also really hurt. Was he slowly bleeding inside his chest then? And still continued to do them.

"That's Jay." Hailey says to no one. She sighs and decides to get ready for work.

District 21:

Hailey walks into the bullpen. Everyone is there with their heads down *working*. Kim looks at Hailey then to Voight's office. In Voight's office Deputy Superintendent Miller and State Attorney Timmons engage in a heated conversation.

"You have to release them Sergeant Voight. After the press got hold of those photos, the Ivory tower doesn't care and just wants them released." Timmons says.

"With all due respect, Jordan Watson confessed and we have a solid case with the evidence." Voight retorts

"It doesn't matter. A confession from a scared kid that was roughed up once by the police and a bunch of social media isn't going to be enough in the court of public opinion. And right now, the public opinion is that the CPD grabbed the nearest kids, black kids, for a quick arrest. Not to mention that one, James, said he recorded the attack in hopes of helping the CPD catch the people responsible."

"You know that's not true!"

"Doesn't matter if it's true Sargeant. Release them." Timmons says again looking at Voight then Miller. "Today." He emphasized as he left the office.

Voight was about to say something to Miller when Hailey walked in the office.

"So that's it?!" She looks between Voight and Miller "They walk?"

"Keeping the peace has a price, Detective. I don't like it anymore than you do." Miller finally speaks up.

"That price you speak of, Deputy Superintendent, is only being paid by Halstead!" Hailey can hardly control herself. "And a hefty one at that!" She moves up to Miller face-to-face. "You know he's back in the hospital, right? Couldn't breath. Bleeding in his chest. Do you even care?!"

Voight pulls Hailey away, "Hailey, take a walk." As he guides her out of his office back to the bullpen.

She looks at him shocked.

"Take a walk or take the day!" Voight says sternly.

Miller walks out of Voight's office, looks at everyone and then to Voight. "Either get something the State Attorney can't ignore or kick'em. You have two hours." She leaves the bullpen.

Voight is surprised she threw them a bone with the two hours. "You heard her. Kevin, Adam go down to holding. Bring Shawn up here, maybe a confession from him will do the trick. Reach out to your CI's. Undisputable video? Witnesses who are willing to talk? We need something ….….Anything. We can't let them walk….we can't!"

Kevin and Adam, "Yes Sarge." and head to holding.

"Hailey?" Voight turns to her.

"I'll work with Kim." She says looking at Voight then to Kim. Kim gives a sympathetic small smile.

At Chicago Med:

"Good news, Jay." Will cheerful says walking into Jay's room. Jay's bed is raised. He rolls his head towards Will and opens his eyes, a slight frown on his face.

Will looks at the tray in front of Jay. He sees about two bites taken out of a piece of toast but nothing else touched. "Not hungry?"

Jay's right hand is over his left side, "Too far away." He says.

Will understands and adjusts the tray closer to Jay's chest. "How's the pain?"

"Wasn't bad until I tried to sit up to eat." reaching for the toast again. "Good news you said?"

"Yeah, the kidney's a little better. Good job with that by-the-way."

"Did you just congratulate me on peeing in a bottle?" Jay asks while chewing.

"I can order a catheter, if you'd like?" Will teases.

Jay glares back at Will. He rubs his nose and grabs the nasal cannula to remove it.

"Leave it!" Will scolds.

"Itches." As Jay returns back to the plate of food.

"I'm sorry Jay." Will stands at the foot of the bed, directing in front Jay.

"For what?"

"You could have stayed another night. I should have pushed for it. If I did, you wouldn't have had to…"

"It's not your fault." Jay interrupts.

"Jay I.."

"I know you're a Doctor and all. And I know I don't say it but you're a good one…...and a good brother." silent moment as Will looks at Jay. "This" Jay gestures over himself "isn't your fault."

Will nods knowingly. The brothers don't talk too much about their feelings but they both know the unspoken *I love you* in their own way.

Will looks over Jay's monitors once more, walks over to the collection coming out of Jay's chest, "Can I listen?" He doesn't have to. The monitors all display that Jay is stable but he just needs to hear for himself.

Jay seems to understand this and knows Will isn't being a Motherhen, he needs to do something reassuring and being a Doctor is just that. "Do I have a choice?" with a smile.

Will listens to Jay's heart first then moves to hear him breathe. "Breathe normal." Jay does what he's told but stiffens when Will moves to his left side where the tube is. "I know. Very tender." He lifts up Jay's gown and inspects where the tube is sewn in place. "Looks good. Still some drainage. That's to be expected."

Jay looks at Will. He sees a bit of worry on Will's face. "But?"

"I'm going to have Marcel listen, could be nothing but you sound a little off." He types into his tablet.

"Off? Is that a medical term?"

Will takes Jay's temperature with a wand and looks at it. "Temperature is normal."

"Will?" Jay tries but Marcel walks in.

"That was quick." Will states

"Yeah I was just finishing up on the floor when I got your message." He answers.

"Dr. Marcel you know my brother Jay." gesturing to Jay, "you know what he's been through."

"Yes I do." Marcel says looking at Jay, "How are you feeling Jay?"

"Anxious now."

Will moves away the breakfast tray.

"Well you're in good hands." Marcel puts on his stethoscope and walks toward Jay, "going to listen. Breath normally for me."

Jay takes a few breaths and Marcel moves around listening. Again he stiffens when on his left side. Marcel takes notice.

"Tired of being probed I know." Marcel stops and looks at Will and Jay.

"Well?" Will questions

Marcel speaks to Jay and Will, "Left lung has the slightest crackle to it, indicating some fluid in the small airways. Now this is most likely from the trauma experienced. Oxygen levels are good and no temperature. So I suggest as a precaution, a round of antibiotics to ward off infection."

Will types the antibiotic order into his tablet.

"If you can, Jay, take deeper breaths. But don't over do it. This will help clear the fluid." Marcel adds. He reaches out and gives a pat to Jay's left lower leg. Jay flinches back. Marcel notices but doesn't say anything.

"Thanks Crockett." Will says

"Anytime." and walks out of the room giving Will a pat on the shoulder.

Silence falls between the brothers for a few minutes. Then Will returns the breakfast tray back in front of Jay. But he shows no interest.

"I'm here if you want to talk."

Jay looks at Will. "I don't …... don't want to be touched." Looking at his feet.

"Alright, I'll make it known on your chart, only when necessary." He starts typing, "You know you can talk to me, right….or Dr. Charles."

Jay reaches for the juice. Will intercepts and peels the lid back then places a straw in it. Jay takes a drink and puts it back down.

"The humvee I was in was hit. I don't remember the explosion…." Jay starts, "just waking up …... guess I was at a field hospital." He fidgets with the PCA.

"Remember feeling like I was drowning and something was being forced down my throat. I must have been fighting pretty hard because I was strapped down…. ankles...… arms ….shoulders…..head….across my ….." *Jay motions back and forth over his hips*

Jay looks at Will, he's moved closer, now standing to Jay's right side, he nods for Jay to continue.

Jay shakes his head and gives a short nervous laugh. "Well the thing down my throat wasn't working…..that's when they…..." He lightly traces the scar on his neck. "So I could breath." He looks at Will, "That pain numbing medicine was in short supply and no use giving to someone who didn't have the time for it to work; so they just…" *Jay cut the cutting motion across his neck with his index finger* "It's just….." he shrugs.

"Now you want your space." Will ends his sentence. "I'll make sure you'll get it." Jay nods a Thank you. "Thanks for sharing that with me, Jay. You know I'm here if you ever…..." Will says looking into Jay's teary eyes. The emotion of the moment threatening to spill over.

A quick "Yeah" from Jay as he looks away.

A silent beat between the brothers. Will goes to lighten the mood.

"Well, I see you've eaten the toast. Enough of the hospital food. How about some pancakes? I know a place that'll deliver."