Jay and Erin sat in the waiting room. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but it seemed an eternity to her. An agonizing, torturous eternity.

The whole unit was there. She wasn't sure who called them all. Jay was by her side the entire time, maybe he texted them. Or maybe Will did.

Olinsky sat next to them. She was used to Alvin being calm and steady through situations of all kinds, laid back and just taking each moment as it came. Tonight was no different. She studied his face, trying to see what he was feeling.

He just sat in his chair, resting his head against the wall, eyes closed as he rolled a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. It wasn't an uncaring expression that was on his face but rather a confidence that she wished she had. It was as if Olinsky was in on a secret, as if he knew how the story ended and was at peace with it.

Burgess and Ruzek were in the corner, hands intertwined. She was resting her read on Ruzek's shoulder, her eyes red and puffed from crying. Atwater was resting his arms on the waiting room windowsill, a half-empty coffee cup next to him. Platt was flipping through a magazine which she frustratingly tossed on the table next to her.

Mouse was on the floor, legs crossed, with his back resting on a chair. He looked tired, a hoodie up over his shoulders, his hair barely combed. Mouse was always dressed neatly, hair combed and a military order about his appearance. His lacking appearance led her to believe that he probably got the text while asleep and just threw on what was closest to him and came straight to the hospital. Upon looking at everyone else, they had probably done the same. They were all tired.

Erin glanced at the clock, 2:46 AM.

Erin looked up at Jay who was just staring at the floor. His arm was around Erin as she leaned on him, her legs tucked under her. She knew that she looked like an emotional wreck. She didn't need a mirror to see her face. She knew that her make-up had run, that her eyes were red and her hair was messed. She didn't care. She didn't care that she was supposed to be the tough-cop and that right now she was the complete opposite. The most important person in her life, yes, the most important, was laying in the hospital. She had no idea what was wrong with Hank other than hearing the EMT mutter the word "heart attack".

Hank Voight? Tough-as-nails, Don't-mess-with-my-city, Hank Voight had a heart attack? She stirred underneath Jay's hand, as he gently brushed it up and down her back. "You okay?" he asked.

She broke away from his touch, standing up. "It's been forever. What's taking them so damn long?" She wrapped her arms around herself, walking to the nurse's station.

"Is there any word yet?"

"I'm sorry, Erin, they're still in there with him."

"Can you find something out for me, please?"

April saw the pleading in Erin's eyes and nodded, "I'll see what I can find out."

Erin mouthed a "thank you", turning to take her seat next to Jay.

She ran her fingers through her hair, sighing deeply.

"He's going to be fine." It was the first words that Alvin had said to her all night.

When he did show up, all he did was hug her and nod assuringly. They both knew Hank Voight better than anyone. They'd both had front row seats through every up and down, from the passing of Camille to Justin's run-ins with the law to the whole IA investigation.

"You know Hank, Erin. After all he's been through, you think it's his own heart that would do him in?"

She chuckled, looking at him. He shook his head.

"Hank's one tough SOB. He's the kind of guy that…" Alvin adjusted the toothpick sticking out of his mouth, "He's the kind that just don't die from natural causes. They just…live." He pushed his hand out from him, waving a smooth gesture in the air. "Through the good and the bad."

He looked at her, his brown eyes calm and collected. For some reason, it comforted her. She nodded as he patted her knee.

"Guys?" April's calming voice called out as everyone jumped to their feet. Will stepped out in front of her.

"How is he?" Erin anxiously asked. She opened her mouth to ask more questions but Will raised his fingers, "He's stable now."

"Was it a heart attack then?" Ruzek asked.

Will nodded. "He's lucky that you found him when you did." He gestured towards Erin.

"It could have gone very differently tonight."

"Right now, he's drifting in and out of consciousness. We're monitoring his heart and watching for any changes. Dr. Addison, this hospital's best cardiologist, has gone over his charts and determined that no surgery will be needed. We will want to keep him here for a few days to make sure that no other complications arise.

"No other complications?" Alvin asked.

"Heart attacks vary from patient to patient. Some can bounce right back after a few days and resume their lives while others will suffer from symptoms such as dizziness, tiredness, and headaches. Some might have to be dependent on medications.

"What kind of medications?' Erin asked quietly.

"In most cases, antiplatelets. He will probably be prescribed a statin or beta blocker. Sometimes, it's just a daily aspirin. Like I said, all patients vary. We'll just have to wait and see how his body responds."

"I'm sorry, I know it sounds like I'm being vague but it's still early yet."

Jay stepped forward, putting his hand on Will's shoulder, "Thanks, Will. It's more than we knew before."

"When can we see him?" Burgess sniffled, drying her eyes with a wadded up napkin.

"Two visitors at a time. He's still asleep."

Jay nudged Erin forwards, "You go." She turned and motioned for Alvin to follow her.

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