The next morning, the Intelligence Unit approached the house cautiously, knowing it could be a trap.

Voight's instincts kicked in as he shouted,

"Everyone, watch out!"

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the building. Kim was knocked down by the blast, and Jay was thrown to the floor, taking the brunt of the impact.

Kim regained consciousness, her head throbbing.

She saw Jay lying on the ground and screamed,

"JAY!"

She rushed over, her heart pounding, and crouched down beside him.

The rest of the unit quickly gathered around, their faces etched with concern.

Jay was moving slightly, a good sign. "Stay still, you've been hit," Kim said, her voice trembling. "Babe, we got you." She grabbed his hand, trying to comfort him.

Jay groaned and tried to roll over again. "Get off," he mumbled, disoriented.

"Hold him still," Voight ordered, and the team gently restrained Jay to prevent further injury.

Kim whispered soothing words, "It's okay, Jay. We're here. You're going to be alright.".

Jay was settled in a hospital bed, his injuries tended to by the medical team. The Intelligence Unit waited anxiously outside his room, their faces a mix of worry and hope.

After what felt like an eternity, Ethan walked out of the room, his expression serious but calm. The unit immediately gathered around him, eager for news.

"How is he?" Voight asked, his voice steady but filled with concern.

Ethan took a deep breath before speaking. "Jay's stable. He took a pretty hard hit, but he's going to be okay. We've got him on pain meds, and he'll need some time to recover, but he's strong."

Kim let out a sigh of relief, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you, Ethan," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ethan gave her a reassuring smile. "He's a fighter, Kim. He'll pull through this."

The rest of the unit nodded, their spirits lifted by the news.

Voight placed a hand on Kim's shoulder. "We'll take turns staying with him. He won't be alone."

Kim nodded, grateful for the support of her team. "I want to be with him now," she said softly.

Ethan nodded. "Go ahead. Just try to keep him calm and let him rest."

Kim entered the room quietly, taking a seat beside Jay's bed. She gently took his hand in hers, her heart aching at the sight of him injured but relieved that he was going to be okay.

"We're here, Jay," she whispered. "We're not going anywhere."

As Kim sat by Jay's side, Dr. Abrams walked into the room, clipboard in hand. He gave Kim a reassuring nod before turning his attention to Jay.

"Jay, I'm Dr. Abrams. I need to ask you a few questions to check your memory, okay?" he said gently.

Jay nodded slightly, his eyes still a bit unfocused. "Okay," he mumbled.

"Can you tell me your full name?" Dr. Abrams asked.

Jay furrowed his brow, struggling to remember. "Jay… Halstead," he finally said, his voice uncertain.

"Good," Dr. Abrams said with a small smile. "Do you know what day it is?"

Jay's face showed his confusion as he tried to recall. "Uh… no, I don't," he admitted, frustration evident in his voice.

The unit, watching from the doorway, exchanged worried glances. Voight stepped forward. "Is that normal, Doc?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Dr. Abrams turned to address the team. "It's not uncommon for patients who have experienced a head injury to have some memory issues. It can take time for things to come back. The important thing is that he's responsive and aware of his surroundings."

Kim squeezed Jay's hand gently. "You're doing great, Jay. Just take it easy."

Jay looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and gratitude. "Thanks, Kim," he whispered.

Dr. Abrams continued with a few more questions, each one met with varying degrees of difficulty for Jay. The team watched closely, their concern palpable but tempered by the doctor's reassurances.

"He's going to need rest and time to heal," Dr. Abrams concluded. "But with support and patience, he should make a full recovery."

As the team continued to support Jay, Ruzek, forgetting about Jay's injury, started asking him some tough questions about the case. "Jay, do you remember anything about the explosion? Who was there? What did you see?"

Jay's face contorted with effort as he tried to recall the details. The strain was evident, and tears began to well up in his eyes. Frustrated, he slapped his head. "I can't remember! I wanna remember!" he sobbed, his voice breaking.

Kim, seeing his distress, quickly kicked off her shoes and climbed into the bed beside him. She gently guided his head to rest on her chest, wrapping her arms around him. "It's okay, Jay. Just breathe. We're here for you," she whispered soothingly.

Jay clung to her, his body shaking with sobs. "I wanna remember," he repeated, his voice filled with anguish.

Dawson and Voight, witnessing the scene, turned their frustration towards Ruzek. Voight gave him a stern look and a light shove. "Ruzek, what were you thinking? He's not ready for that."

Dawson added, "Give him some time, man. He's been through a lot."

Ruzek, realizing his mistake, looked remorseful. "I'm sorry, Jay. I didn't mean to push you."

Kim continued to hold Jay, her presence a calming influence. "We'll get through this together," she murmured. "Just focus on getting better."