As soon as Dr. Choi stepped into the waiting room all of intelligence eagerly shot up and crowded around him. For the past hour they had been waiting, anxiously awaiting word on Jay; for the past hour Kim had been biting at her nails, Hailey mindlessly flipped though magazine, Adam gaze flicking from the floor to the door and back again, and Antonio wore a path as he paced through the waiting. After an hour it was understandable how they all stood anxiously around him, the look of desperation in their eyes.

"How is he," Trudy asked; she had arrived half an hour ago along with half the precinct.

"We just brought him up to surgery."

"How bad," Hank's voice was calm but everyone in the room knew on the inside he was just as worried.

"He went through hell; I can tell you whoever had him ran him through the ringer."

"Is he going to make it," Hailey voiced was strained as she tried to hold back the internal panic attack she was having over her partner's condition. Her worry only skyrocketed when Dr. Choi didn't respond right away but rather let out a lengthy sigh and asked them to sit.

"He is hypothermic, though I know you already knew that from what the paramedic's told me." They all nodded to confirm that they had tried to reheat him. "That was quick thinking and though it doesn't seem like much it helped in a big way."

"That first aid training does pay off," Adam tried to joke but it sunk down unnoticed.

"He has multiple contusions and burn marks on his arms and torso, he has a fracture to the left ulna, it was a forced break much like to the four ribs that are broke." Ethan paused for a moment, he knew that they knew what he meant, the capture had used the excessive force to purposely cause these breaks. "Our Major concern now is the amount of internal bleeding that he came in with; Dr. Rhodes is doing an exploratory laparotomy as we speak so we can find the culprit but he has lost a lot of blood, we are trying to keep his volume up but its proving to be difficult."

"What are his chances," Kevin asked unsure if he really wanted to know.

"We will have to wait after surgery to know."

"Has anyone told Will yet," Kim asked begrudgingly.

"I'm on my way to inform him now."

"Maybe I can go up with you, let him know we are here is he needs us," Hank suggested.

"Yeah, I think he would like that." Hank turned to ask the team if they would be okay, but they knew what he was doing and encouraged him to go, setting up the waiting room as a headquarters.

As Hank followed Dr. Choi to the elevators, he could feel his team watching him, the whole hour they waited he had never seen them so dazed in a fog. Once securely in the elevator with the doors behind them Hank turned to Ethan to ask the truth behind Jay's condition.

"What is the truth Doc, you have to have some indication."

"I wont lie detective, Jay came in in a critical state, I'm surprised he made it this far." It was true, the moment the ambulance pulled up and Ethan helped them pull the stretcher out he could tell that Jay was in trouble. He had worked in the Navy; he had seen his fair share of torture cases and Jay's was pretty up there. As soon as they set him on the gurney Choi, Rhodes and Maggie went to work. His first indication other than the bruises, cuts and burns littered throughout Jay's body, was the paleness of his skin. As the saying goes, he was as white as a sheet. He knew the Halstead brothers to be a little fair skinned at times, but this was another level. He had pressed hard on his sternum, calling his name a few times to get a response but there was nothing, he had lost consciousness four minutes prior so the lack of awareness worried Choi

instantly. When he placed the stethoscope to Jay's chest, he noted that his breath was shallow, labored and there was a heavy crackle on his left side. It was then that a decision was made, intubation as Jay was not protecting his airways. He called out different tests to run as he checks Jay's distended, bruised stomach. He could tell by the firmness that Jay needed an ultrasound immediately which brought them to the massive bleed.

The elevator let out its ding to indicate that they reached their destination. With a slight pause the two of them stepped out to the floor. Aside from the usual monitor noises the floor was quiet and calm. From there elevator, Will's room was just visible, Maggie was standing just outside, smiling and chatting, obviously happy with Will's recovery.

Hank knew loss, particularly when it came to family. He had buried his loving wife and then his only son, his family was gone. Walking to Will's room he knew the feeling, the devastating blow of being told that you were alone; sure, you had friends but that was different. He took a deep breath as they finally reached the room, he opted to start a few feet away, not sure how this would go. Ethan placed a hand on Maggie's shoulder and Hank saw the immediate recognition on her face, she knew it wasn't good. From his partially obstructed view he could see that Will also knew.

"They found Jay," his voice wavered. A rhetorical question, yet Ethan still nodded to confirm.

"Is he…" Natalie trailed off.

"No, Latham and Rhodes have him in the OR now." This provides little to no comfort for Will and it only got worse as Ethan went over in detail Jay's condition. Hank steeped in a little closer watching as slowly the color drained from Will's face. Ethan took a while to talk, answering the questions that both Natalie and Will asked before apologizing to Will for the horrible events that had transpired over the past 38 hours and then about how Jay's condition was critical, and the odds were not in his favor. In response Will offered an empty thank you as he sat in shock.

Ethan walked past Hank and gave a weak smile before disappearing back to the elevator. Hank waited another moment, perhaps to collect himself in order to keep up with his gruff façade. As he appeared in the doorway, he studied Will and Natalie who state overwhelmed with the news.

"Will," Hank knocked on the doorframe making his presence known. Will took a moment to focus, looking up at Hank as lost as could be.

"Hank…come in." Will never made eye contact instead he looked down at how sheets staring into oblivion.

"I know this won't make everything magically better, but you should know, we caught your attacker and the leader behind it all."

"That's… thank you," Natalie spoke half heartedly.

"They won't come near you again," Hank added.

"Thank you, Hank," Will nodded.

"The whole CPD is here for you, if you need anything do not hesitate to find us, we aren't leaving until we know something."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Will gave Hank his best attempt at a smile. His head was spinning, partially from recovery but mostly with the sudden rush of news about Jay. Hank excused himself, heading back to his team and now Will looked to Natalie who was just as lost as he was. She didn't know what to say, knowing everything that they did they knew the mortality of it all. Her only offer to him was taking his hand and wrapping her arm around him as they sat in silence for another long wait ahead of them.