D = Drowning.

Hailey and Jay were walking down the street, when they saw a girl falling off the Chicago Bridge.

"Did you see that?" Hailey gasped. Jay nodded, already sprinting towards the bridge.

"Where are you going?" Hailey shouted after him.

Jay handed her his gun and badge without breaking stride.

"I'm not letting her drown," he said firmly. Jay leapt into the water, swimming swiftly towards the person.

Hailey watched from the bridge, her heart racing as she clutched his gun and badge.

"Please be okay," she murmured. Jay reached the person, wrapping an arm around her to keep her afloat.

"I've got you," he said, his voice steady. He began the arduous swim back to shore, the weight of the person making it difficult.

Hailey ran along the bridge, ready to assist as soon as they reached land.

When Jay finally pulled the person to safety, Hailey was there to help them out of the water.

"Are you alright?" she asked the woman, who was coughing and shivering but otherwise unharmed.

After getting checked out. Hailey and Jay finally made it back to their apartment, both exhausted from the day's events. As they stepped inside, Hailey noticed Jay's hands trembling slightly as he set down his keys.

"Jay, are you okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Jay tried to brush it off with a smile. "Yeah, just a bit cold from the water, I guess."

But Hailey wasn't convinced. She gently took his hands in hers, feeling the chill and the slight tremor. "Come on, let's get you warmed up," she said, leading him to the couch.

She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around him, then sat down beside him, rubbing his arms to generate some warmth. "You were really brave out there," she said softly. "But you don't have to be strong all the time."

Jay sighed, leaning into her touch. "I just… I couldn't let her drown. I had to do something."

"I know," Hailey replied, her voice soothing. "And you did. You saved her. But now you need to take care of yourself too."

Jay nodded, finally allowing himself to relax. "Thanks, Hailey. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Hailey smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "You don't have to find out. We're in this together."

Hailey moved to the kitchen, deciding that a warm bowl of soup would help Jay feel better. She quickly gathered the ingredients and set a pot on the stove, the comforting aroma of chicken broth filling the apartment.

As she stirred the soup, she heard a faint, wheezy sound coming from the living room. Her heart skipped a beat. She turned off the stove and hurried back to Jay, who was now lying on the couch, his breathing labored.

"Jay, are you okay?" she asked, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his forehead and felt the unmistakable heat of a fever.

"You're burning up," she said, worry etched on her face. "We need to get you to bed."

Jay tried to protest, but his voice was weak. "I'm fine, Hailey. Just need to rest."

"No arguments," Hailey insisted, helping him to his feet. She guided him to the bedroom and helped him lie down, then fetched a cool cloth to place on his forehead.

"I'll be right back with some soup," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Just try to relax."

Back in the kitchen, Hailey quickly finished preparing the soup, her mind racing with concern for Jay. She poured a bowl and brought it to him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Here, try to eat a little," she urged, holding the spoon to his lips. Jay managed a few sips before leaning back, exhausted.

"Thank you," he murmured, his eyes closing.

Hailey stayed by his side, watching over him as he drifted off to sleep. "You're going to be okay," she whispered, more to reassure herself than him. "I'll take care of you."

Hailey stayed by Jay's side, watching over him as he slept fitfully. His breathing was still wheezy, and she could see the fever taking its toll on him. She gently wiped his forehead with the cool cloth, hoping to bring him some relief.

As the hours passed, Jay's condition seemed to worsen. Hailey's worry grew, and she knew she couldn't handle this alone. She picked up her phone and called their friend, Dr. Will Halstead.

"Will, it's Hailey. Jay's really sick. He has a fever and his breathing is wheezy. Can you come over?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Will replied, his tone reassuring.

Within half an hour, Will arrived, his medical bag in hand. He quickly assessed Jay's condition, checking his temperature and listening to his breathing.

"He's got a pretty high fever and his lungs sound congested," Will said, his brow furrowed. "We need to get him on some medication and keep him hydrated."

Hailey nodded, grateful for Will's help. "What can I do?"

"Keep him comfortable and make sure he drinks plenty of fluids," Will instructed. "I'll prescribe some antibiotics and something to help with the fever."

Hailey followed Will's instructions to the letter, making sure Jay took his medication and sipped water regularly. She stayed by his side, holding his hand and whispering words of encouragement.

"You're going to get through this, Jay," she said softly. "I'm right here with you."

Over the next few days, Jay's condition slowly began to improve. The fever broke, and his breathing became less labored. Hailey felt a wave of relief wash over her as she saw the color returning to his cheeks.

One evening, as Jay sat up in bed, sipping a bowl of soup, he looked at Hailey with gratitude in his eyes. "I don't know what I would have done without you," he said, his voice still a bit weak but filled with sincerity.

Hailey smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "You don't have to find out. We're in this together, remember?"

Jay reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you, Hailey."

"I love you too, Jay," she replied, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Now, let's get you fully recovered."