"How could you let that happen? You promised me that he would be safe here." Will's screams could be heard all over the building. He was angry, furious, on the edge of breaking down. He almost lost his brother a couple of days ago, he could not afford to lose him forever.
"I am not sure how they got to him."
Will clenched his teeth, turning his palms into fists. However, instead of punching Voight in the face as he was planning on doing, he sat down on the soft sofa and started crying like a little child. "I promised that I would protect him and I couldn't even do that."
"We will find him, whatever it takes." Voight sat by his side, rubbing his back. The doctor reminded him of Justin, of how vulnerable he was when Camille died.
But the rest of the unit was worried too. None of them had slept at night, everyone worked till late in order to find any information reading their friend's kidnapping. For one of them, the situation was becoming harder and harder to process. Antonio. Jay's best friend. The whole situation reminded his son's kidnapping, the anxiety and stress he went through those days were exactly the same as now. Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked at his files again and again. "Damn it." He whispered to himself throwing all the papers down on the floor of the break room. The empty bed there, made him even more nervous. The white sheets curled up into a ball, the gown, wait for the gown. If his friend had been kidnapped, they wouldn't take out his gown. "Oh my God." He thought to himself and burst out of the room.
"He left. They didn't get him. He left."
The team's mouths were dropped open.
"What do you mean he left? He can't even walk; how could he escape by himself?" Will was the first one who asked.
He knew better than anyone in what condition he was in and the consequences of his actions. But he knew deep inside him that he was the one should take down the Simmons family. If not, these people would kill everyone being in his life, starting with his brother. His white shirt was soaked in blood as he walked down the road. People would stare at him sometimes but none of them bothered to help him. His destination was not very far so he used all his energy to walk down there. He took a peek at his surroundings as he climbed the fence finding himself in the house backyard. "Not now." He whispered to himself as his legs were about to give up.
"Well, well, well. Look who's here. Our little friend, Jay."
Now he knew, he was doomed.
Two men approached him and dragged him all the way in the house, throwing him on the couch of their living room. A huge room with beige walls two sofas and a large table in the middle.
"Hey Helen, your boyfriend is here."
The figure of a tall, thin brunet woman appeared in front of him. She kneeled down on the half-unconscious man and kissed his cheek. "Missed me, baby? You thought you could leave after what you did? After killing Ethan?"
"It was an accident." He managed to speak between short breaths.
She moved her lips to his mouth and slapped him on the face, hard enough to make his lips bleed. "Oh I see you're injured, baby. Too bad you won't survive to have fun with us."
The bright light of the living room turned into darkness as he was thrown in a room which was probably the basement. Despite his vision was blurry, he managed to sit up and take a peek at his surroundings. There was a small wardrobe by the wall and a table next to it with some tools and guns lying on it. His eyes filled with tears as he realized he wouldn't get out of there alive. He wasn't sad about himself, but for Will who would collapse when they would find his body. The blood from his incision continued flowing down his side making him more and weaker.
"Baby… Oh baby!" Helen's voice was echoed in his ears. He noticed her holding some gauzes and a bottle on her hands. "We need to clean your wounds. We don't want you to die, right? Not now at least." She lifted his T-shirt revealing a black bloody side. "Oops, that seems infected. Well, not my problem." She spreads the hydrogen peroxide on Jay's body causing him to flinch and scream. "We are almost over, don't worry. There you go."
"Just kill me." He whispered breathing heavily. "Kill me."
The girl smiled. "Oh baby, I am not a murderer, you will die eventually, not from my hands though."
She left him alone once again.
Back to the district, a tension was slowly evolving between the people who were gathered around Ruzek's computer.
"I swear I am gonna kill him myself as soon as we find him." Will exclaimed closing his eyes for a minute, burying his head in his palms. Despite all the searching, no one was able to trace anything about their missing person. The only way to succeed in it was one. The cage.
Without second thoughts Antonio and Will inserted it glaring at the man. He just created an evil grin in his mouth, causing the doctor to react first. Even though he was a quiet person in general, when it came to his family, he could be transformed into a monster. Punching the man twice in the gut and kicking him a couple of times, he stepped back letting the other man take over.
"Where is Halstead?"
That evil grin was appeared again behind the bloody teeth.
"If you don't tell me, you are gonna have a painful death, do you hear me?" Antonio screamed out loud.
"That makes two of us. Your little detective is not alive anymore."
"Son of a…." Will kicked him again. "You're lying. You have not access to any electronic devices, you don't know anything."
"Wanna bet?" He smirked.
In less than 20 seconds, the doctor's phone beeped. The picture shown on the screen was beyond disturbing. His brother, his own brother laying down on a mattress unmoving. "No no." He mumbled to himself as he exited the cage and walked towards the door being blocked by Voight. He kept whispering to himself ignoring him.
"Hey." Placing a hand on his shoulder gently, he spoke. "I know they're playing us but I am sure that Halstead is alive. The footage you saw was probably fake."
Will didn't answer just kept talking. He was slowly losing his mind.
He had failed his brother. He had failed his Sargeant. He had failed his friends. He had never realized it until now. He thought he could take down the Simmons family, boy he was wrong.
"I am sorry Will." His voice sounded broken. "I am sorry."
"Baby, you should be asleep." There she was again. "I brought you a blanket for the night, I don't want you to get sick, well not sicker than you are."
Jay wasn't aware of the fact that he was cold until he grabbed the blanket and covered his body.
"I'll bring you some food later but don't tell my brothers."
"Why are you doing this?"
Not replying to his question, she walked away closing the door. "I am sorry, Sarge." Those were his last words before he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The days turned into nights and nights turned into days quickly. Nobody knew how many days Jay was missing, everyone had lost count working on finding him. As for him, his body had totally given up, he just said there in that mattress waiting to die.
"Dr. Halstead why are you at work?" Goodwin's voice was heard in one of the ED rooms, pulling him out gently.
"I can't stay at home, waiting."
"You can't be here either. Your head isn't on straight."
Sharon was always Will's voice of reason, even if sometimes he didn´t realize it. She always treated him like a son, gave him the right advices on his life. "Follow me."
The two people walked outside despite the chaos happening in the ED - it was one those difficult days that every doctor in the hospital was busy doing extra work. They sat on a bench outside in silence.
"So?" The young doctor spoke.
"Talk to me. I know you deny Dr. Charles' help."
"I have nothing to say." He made a move to stand up but he was pulled back.
"How many days?"
"Six. No one is too strong to survive six days having those types of injuries. Even if he was alive back then, he's not now."
Sharon sighed and rub Will's back gently.
"If he wasn't, Intelligence would have found him. I believe in him, Will, he's been through worse than this and he pulled though, he won't give up now."
"You should have seen him… Laying there…" The shaking of his body prevented him from talking no more. "If he's dead, I am too…" He started sobbing hard, failing to keep all the tears that had been formed in his eyes.
"Shh… It's going to be alright, it's going to be okay."
She wasn't sure either. However, she couldn't let this feeling come out.
"Doctor, is he going to be okay?"
"Well, he definitely needs a hospital."
"You know I can't take him to one."
"Helen, he will die if you don't take him to one. He needs to be transferred in the ICU as soon as possible."
"You can stay here."
"Look, I am not sure why you intend to keep him alive or why you care so much about him, even though your brothers seek revenge for Ethan's death but I can't take care of him, I have a job at Med and I don't want to lose it. Plus, Will Halstead might suspect something."
"I don't care about Will Halstead. I care about my pretty boy."
Jay could hear everything they said. In fact he felt a little bit better than the previous days, wondering if they had somehow treated his wounds, but he was still pretty out of it. He opened his eyes a little looking at the man above him, a tall middle aged man wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, holding a stethoscope in his hands. Observing carefully, he coughed a little only to get his attention.
"Look who's awake. Hey baby, nice to see that your medicine worked."
"Helen." Jay whispered.
"What is it honey?"
"Water… Please." He croaked out in a hoarse voice.
"Take care of him." The woman exclaimed walking towards the door.
Jay knew it was time. He felt it. He believed it. The adrenaline in his body rose as he threw a heavy object on the man's head, knocking him unconscious. Supporting himself on the desk that was located some inches away and leaning on the wall, he managed to reach the door which was open and climb the stairs to the house's backyard. The air that hit his face was soothing and the light of the sun gave him hope.
"Baby I brought you…" Helen stopped in front of him, staring. "Where did you get this?"
"It was a foolish idea of you to bring a gun into the basement."
"Just put it down and I will take you to the hospital."
"I don't believe a word… Let me go and I'll let you live."
"My brothers will find you."
"Your brothers will be out for two days, right? I heard everything you said to that doctor."
"You little…"
"Goodbye, Helen." Determined to escape from that house, he pulled the trigger shooting the woman to the knee and shoulder, trying to run as she fell to the ground in pain.
The road was empty, only one car passed by in those five minutes. He was aware of the fact that he wouldn't last long but at least he would be safe. Walking all the way to a park that was located in the area, he sat on the bench taking deep breaths and checking his wound every few seconds. Nausea in his stomach would come and go from time to time and his hair was stuck on his head from sweating too much. Suddenly a hand blocked his mouth, he couldn't breathe anymore, his vision became blurry again, he couldn't fight either. "You will come with me, now. Don't worry, you are safe now buddy."
Hello, there and I am really sorry I haven't updated in weeks! How are you guys? Here is the new chapter of "My mistake", I hope ou enjoy it and leave some comments after you read it. Sooo only 18 days till we find out if Jay's alive... If he doesn't make it, Angela will pay, that's a sure thing. Anyway, enjoy your holidays. Love ya!
~The Fourth Bionic~