Will and Hailey worriedly wait outside the treatment room where Jay is being worked on. Both trying to understand what had happened for Jay to take such actions.

They are interrupted from their thoughts when Ethan comes out of the treatment room, "How is he?" Will asks, nervousness strong in his voice.

"We pumped his stomach. It looks like some of the pills had already reached his bloodstream, so we're going to send him to the ICU until we're sure it's left his system. I'm sorry Will, but he's going to be admitted to the psych ward once we know the pills are out of his system, he's going to be on suicide watch," Ethan tells the two of them.

"Do what you have to. I can't lose my brother too."

"Is he going to be okay?" Hailey asks, "I mean is there going to be long term damage?"

"We won't know until he wakes up. It would help if we know what he took," Ethan informs her.

"I don't know. I just… when I saw the empty bottles and him unresponsive, my only focus was getting him help."

"You did good. What made you go over to his place?" Ethan inquires.

"I got a weird text from him. I tried texting him back and calling, but he wouldn't answer either. Why?"

"Another fifteen, twenty minutes… we would have been having a different conversation."

"I didn't see his message right away. I was with Ruzek, I think I saw it after fifteen minutes. Would it have made a difference if I saw it right away?" Hailey asks, stomach in knots waiting for his answer.

"You got to him in time. Just focus on that," Ethan answers evasively. "He'll be moved shortly. ICU is strict about visitors, family only, but I can make an exception for you Hailey- as long as Will is okay with it," he tells Hailey at the same time letting Will know it is up to him.

"Yeah, she's practically family."

"Before you see him," Ethan adds. "Are either of you aware that Jay has been practicing self-harm?"

This is shocking news to both of them, "No," they say within seconds of each other.

"He has several dozen marks on his wrists and forearms. Looks like self-inflicted cuts, some are very fresh and others are completely healed, just scars."

"What did his text say?" Will asks as they sit in Jay's ICU room, the steady sound of the monitors connected to the brunet in the bed calming the too watching over him.

"It said, 'I'm sorry.' It was weird because we haven't argued since the high-rise fire and Jay going rouge," Hailey tells the older brother. "I tried to get in touch with Jay, but I couldn't get ahold of him. Something just felt off."

Before Will has a chance to say anything, the monitors pick up indicating that Jay is rousing from his sleeping state. Jay groans before leaning over the side of the bed and puking on the floor, once finished he falls back to sleep.

"Is that normal?" Hailey asks.

"It can be, it depends on how much of the drugs got into his system," Will answers while hitting the call button to let someone know there was an accident.

"What can I do for him?" Hailey asks feeling helpless.

"Be there," Will tells her while looking at his brother. "He's probably going to try to push you away- don't let him."

"Can this affect his job? Jay loves being a cop," Hailey asks.

"Let's focus on getting him healthy before we worry about that."

"When will he wake up?" Hailey asks while looking at her sleeping partner.

"Could be tonight, could be tomorrow morning. It's up to his body."

Hailey lets his answer sink in before going to the side of Jay's bed and taking his hand in one of her's and running her other hand through his hair, "Will and I are here, and we're not going anywhere," she whispers looking at his exposed arms.

The silence in the room is heavy, both knowing how close they came to losing Jay. Having no knowledge of this world, Hailey asks, "So what happens now?"

"Right now, he's a danger to himself, so he's on a psych-hold for suicide watch. There's going to be a psych consult and we need to determine why he tried to…" Will swallows. "After that, a plan needs to be made about what happens. Probably force him into therapy. He might be put on medication if needed for an underlying cause."

"Do you think he really wanted to do what he did?" Hailey asks.

"Hailey he took a bunch of pills, he's been hurting himself."

"But he texted me- he knew I would check on him. If he really wanted to… he has access to a gun. That would have been guaranteed," Hailey tries to understand what happened.

"How are you?" Will asks suddenly. "I never asked, but finding him couldn't have been easy."

"I'm a detective in Chicago. I've seen worse."

"But it was never to someone you care about."

"I'm okay. I'm just glad I found him in time."

"I know you're like Jay and don't like to talk about how you feel, but it's okay to not be okay after what you went through."

"I'm not the one who almost died."

"You found your friend overdosing on a possible attempted suicide, that's traumatic for anyone- even Chicago cops."

"I'm just worried about Jay," Hailey whispers.

Hailey and Will spend the night in Jay's room, sleeping in the uncomfortable chairs next to his bed.

Around three in the morning, Hailey wakes up to whimpering coming from the sleeping body in the bed. "Sshhh, Jay. I'm here, so is Will. We're right here," Hailey promises, getting him to fall back into an unsettled sleep.

Once Jay is back in oblivion, Hailey is lost in her thoughts, wondering how she missed the signs. Was she too busy with Adam to notice her partner slowly come undone? Was it his PTSD that was overwhelming him? She watches his chest move up and down as he breathes, afraid that if she looks away he's going to slip away. Hailey eventually falls back to sleep watching him, promising herself and the Halstead brother that she's going to help Jay through this.