Hello :)

I am very embarrassed by the fact that it's May and I haven't updated since December. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I don't know about you, but 2019 has really sucked for me so far. I don't know what kind of alignment of stars or planets could cause such a year, but I am definitely not enjoying it a whole lot. Writing the next chapter has been in my mind for months, but I couldn't find the time to write it… I can't even begin to explain how thankful I am that I still get messages, asking me to continue writing this story. Even after all these months. I never thought I'd get to experience something like this, so thank you for being there for me and leaving me the nicest reviews.

I normally take the time to personally respond to every review I got, and I gotta say I'm kind of overwhelmed with the amount of reviews I got. I'm going to try to respond to everyone, but if I accidentally miss anyone, I'm sorry and thank you for reviewing.

Floopdeedoopdee: Yaaaaaaay, I'm glad you enjoyed it :) I hope the next chapter doesn't disappoint.

Andreatassinari: Thank you very much, I hope you like this chapter aswell.

V : Your reviews always make me so happy. I'm sorry it took me this long to post a new chapter, but I guess it's better late than never. I'm still not entirely sure how I'm going to explain the asthma attacks, so we'll see what happens. We can definitely agree on one thing though. Jay is an accident waiting to happen and Will is not going to be happy about it. I hope you like this chapter and thank you again for always leaving me a nice review :)

Sasa Camilla: I knew it XD And yes, I am well aware of the fact that the cliffhanger was mean (especially considering the fact that I left all of you hanging for months). I hope you like it.

WinchesterShaw: Thank you, I hope you enjoy the next chapter.

Sara2210: I'm glad you liked that I included asthma. I've been trying to come up with an idea for months, but I could never do it justice. I finally decided to risk it and I hope it turned out good. Thank you for your prompt, I will definitely think about it. I don't think I've read a story where Jay has cancer either. And thank you for your good wishes.

Extraordinarygirl116: First of all I looove your prompts, so I will try to incorporate them in my future stories. It seems that we all agree on one thing, that Jay and Will don't get enough screen time together. And even when they do, they don't go all out with the brotherly love, which I really don't appreciate. So I guess we're all gonna have to live off of FanFiction for now, until the show grants our wishes. Thank you for your review, it means a lot :)

Lily: I love reading stories that contain any sort of horrible water situations, so a drowning Jay… yes please.

: I agree, the show didn't exactly take Jay's injury very far (just like in 3x01), which is why I would like to write my own version of it someday. We'll see.

cpdfan: Oooh, I like where you're going with this. I'll definitely keep it in mind.

lima: Thank you for your wishes. My mom still isn't doing very well, but I hope we're slowly getting there. It's nice to see that somebody actually reads these personal responses, because I'm never sure whether to write them or not. But I love talking to you guys, so I always end up deciding to take the time and write them. I really like your idea, so I will try to write it someday. Thank you for your review :)

Hello01925: I love your prompt, so I will definitely try to turn it into a story in the future.

L: I agree, we need more Halstead scenes on the show. I could honestly have a whole season with just the two of them and I probably wouldn't get bored. I'm really glad you enjoyed the chapter and I hope you'll enjoy this one too. I will try to keep Jay awake, since you've pointed out that you liked that.

taylorandmacster10: Thank you for your good wishes and thank you for your review. It means a lot. By the way, I looove your new story where you take prompts from readers and turn them into stories. Your imagination is insanely good and I am already addicted to your stories. I can hardly wait for the next chapter.

Ghostwriter: Thank you, I'm glad you like my story. As for asthma, you can grow out of it (at least that's what I've been told in school), and I'm guessing that way you could pass the physical exam. I'm honestly not sure, but I decided to write about it, because I felt like it. FanFiction is unrealistic anyway.

Deborah. : Your review really made me think about what an impact FanFiction has had on my life. I've gained a few friends through it, who were going through some hard times themselves and needed someone who could listen. It feels amazing to know, that someone's willing to listen and help. Sometimes, writing is my only way of "escaping" as it enables me to visit a world that only exists in my head. I think that's why I like it so much. I'm honored that you liked my story so much that you read my other stories too and I'm really sorry that you've been going through some rough times too. I hope you're doing better and thank you for you kind offer. If you ever need someone to talk to, you're more than welcome to message me. Thank you.

WhyDoIWrite: I can't tell you how much your review means to me. I still find it hard to believe what an impact certain stories have on certain people. I know how much I appreciate a good story and honestly feel proud of whoever the writer is. I just never imagined I'd be the one to get such kind reviews. Thank you. I By the way, I immediately knew I've seen your user name before. Your story It's Necessary has to be one of my favorite stories I've ever come across, so all props to you too. I know it by heart from beginning to end.

schnorczahn: Thank you, I'm really glad you enjoy my stories.

Okay, I think I responded to everyone, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it :)

Will's P.O.V.

It's been about four hours since the beginning of my shift and let me tell you, thanks to the whole ordeal with asthma, I am exhausted. I can't even imagine how tired Jay must be. And the more I think about it, the more I wanna take the day off and go pick him up before he collapses.

It's been awfully quiet at the ED this morning, which I hate, because I have nothing to do, so I'm even more sleepy than I would be. I know you're not supposed to say this, but to be honest, I'm silently kind of hoping that we have a trauma come in so I can occupy myself. Otherwise I might go crazy worrying about Jay.

"Hey, Will" Nat says with her soft and loving voice, before giving me a hug. How did I get this lucky?

"Hey" I respond, getting wrapped up in my thoughts once again. Jay never got his fairytale like I did. I'm all he's got.

"You've been quiet today" she states. "Is everything okay?"

I think she says something else, but I don't recognize the words. I can't stop thinking about the fear I saw in Jay's eyes. Asthma used to be a huge part of our lives when we were little, because Jay would get attacks pretty often. Since our father wasn't exactly in the picture when it came to consulting his children and mom was busy working, I often happened to be the only one there. At first I would get really scared every time an attack would happen and so would Jay, but since I was the older brother, I soon realized, I had to keep it together for him. So I did. I talked him through every wheeze, every gasp, every puff of his inhaler and held his hand until the attack passed. Asthma was one of the few things Jay was actually afraid of.

I can clearly remember the last attack Jay ever got. Well, until last night. I was a senior in high school. It was prom night and I had the most beautiful date. I felt like I was at the top of the world. Mom was working that night and dad was probably out drinking, which meant Jay was home alone. I had just bought my first cell phone, so I wrote my number on a sticky note and gave it to Jay, forcing him to promise me that he's going to call me if anything happens. Of course neither of us thought it was actually going to. It was supposed to be a perfect night.

We were dancing the night away when all of a sudden, my phone started ringing. My chest clenched immediately and I picked it up as fast as I could, but the music was so loud, I couldn't hear anything. I went outside and the only thing coming from the other side of the line was wheezing. It sounded like the person was barely getting any air. I ditched my date that day, and she never went out with me again. But I didn't care. Jay was more important.

I don't remember much after that, because I was in shock, but I know I must've broken every traffic law possible in order to get to our house as fast as possible. I ended up having to take Jay to hospital that day, because the nebulizer wasn't working. He had to stay the night and I refused to leave his side. That's how my mom found us the next morning. Jay in a hospital bed with an oxygen mask covering half of his face, and me slumped in a chair, still wearing the suit she bought me for my big night.

"Will?" Nat asks, rubbing my shoulder and trying to make eye contact with me. Crap, she must've asked me something.

"Sorry, what?"

"You just completely spaced for a minute" she explains. "What's wrong?"

I sigh, not entirely sure where to begin my explanation. After a while I settle for the beginning. "It's Jay."

Her face goes white in an instant probably fearing the worst. "Is he okay? Where is he?"

"Yes… no… I don't know."

"Okay…?" she says, clearly confused about my response. Suddenly, everything comes rushing out of me and I explain everything that happened last night. She listens to me quietly, only nodding every now and then, until I get to the part about him going to work.

"Wait hold on. You let him go to work?"

"No, of course not, but you know how stubborn he gets. I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter."

Nat rolls her eyes. "I wonder who he gets that from…" We stay quiet after that, until it gets awkward. "Listen, your brother's smart. He won't do anything stupid. He's going to be just fine."

She grimaces as soon as the words leave her mouth. We both know that sounds nothing like Jay, but I nod anyway, too tired to care.

"Dr. Halstead, broken leg in room four" Maggie yells from behind the desk. Well it's not exactly a big trauma, but I guess it's better than nothing.

Antonio's P.O.V.

Let me point out that this is not how I imagined this bust to go. It was supposed to be quick and clean, and now… it's far from it, that's for sure.

One second we were running up the stairs and the next second we were trapped inside a freezing cold room with no windows. And of course Jay's with us. Why is that a problem, you ask? You see, Jay hates the cold, I think we all know that. He also hates small spaces, especially if they don't have any windows. On top of that, he seems kind of tired today, and we all know, what happens when Jay is tired. He's cranky and whiny and annoying and his PTSD kicks in as well. Should I continue or do you get the picture?

"Damn it" I whisper as soon as I realize, that the door doesn't have a handle on the inside. I can hear Ruzek talking to Voight, who seems annoyed at the fact that something managed to go wrong once again. I'm about to intervene, when I hear an odd sound. It almost sounds like someone's choking.

I turn around to do a once over of the room and my eyes immediately stop on a pale face with big bambi eyes. Of course. It always has to be Jay.

"Jay?" I ask, slowly approaching him, not wanting to make a scene. If this is PTSD, he might fight me. If he's claustrophobic, he won't want me to come closer to him. And if it's something else... then I'm lost. And worried.

He just stares at me, and I notice that he can't stop coughing, which Adam points out a second later. Maybe this is just the consequence of him running ten flights of stairs with a cough. I decide to ask him for an explanation, but he doesn't respond. Instead, his knees buckle and I throw myself on the floor the very last second before his head slams the concrete. That was close.

I realize that I'm screaming in his face, trying to find the source of his collapse. He couldn't have gotten shot could he? I didn't hear anything and I don't see any blood. But the freaking wheeze is still there. And it sounds awful. "This is not a cough" I state as soon as Adam joins us on the cold floor.

I try to get Jay to talk to me, while Ruzek grabs his radio to respond to Voight, who is somewhere close to losing his mind, because we haven't actually explained what's going on.

And in that same moment, Jay gasps his brother's name. One single word and I immediately know, something's horribly wrong.

"Call his brother right now" I yell, while trying to get Jay to calm his breathing. Once I remember that Adam's talking to Voight, I immediately go fishing inside my pockets and luckily manage to find my phone rather quickly. My fingers already feel frozen as I search for Will's number. Now that I think about it, I should just put him on speed dial.

"Come on, pick up, pick up" I whisper to myself, while the phone rings in vain. Adam keeps trying to get Jay to tell him what's wrong, not sure what to do or tell Voigt. Just when I'm about to throw my phone against the wall in frustration, he picks up.

"WILL! Thank god" I yell, way too loudly, regretting it immediately, because I make Jay's breathing speed up even more. What the heck is going on?

"How bad is it?" he asks immediately, as if he knows what's happening. I'm too busy listening to Jay's wheezing inhales to try and explain the situation to him. I can also hear Adam explaining to Voight exactly where we are. "Antonio! How bad is it?!"

"Huh?" I ask, still unable to follow my own conversation.

"Oh for god's sake, Antonio, focus! How bad's his breathing?" Will yells at me once again.

"How'd you know it was his breathing?" I'm starting to think there's something going on that I don't know about.

"Doesn't matter, just tell me what's going on, so I can help."

He's right, I need to focus.

"Dawson, it's getting worse" Adam says, alerting me. I look at Jay, who is as pale as a ghost, slumped down on the floor, wiggling and gasping for air. His fingers are trying to dig holes into the concrete as if it were the thing keeping him alive at the moment. This is bad, I need to get myself together.

"We were on a bust and he started coughing and- I don't know what to do" I blurt out. Why am I so panicked? It's annoying and extremely unpractical. "What's wrong with him?"

"Okay, call an ambulance right now. I can hear him wheezing in the back" Will says, avoiding telling me what's really happening.

I can hear Voight telling Adam that the door is rigged, which means they can't get in. It also means that we can't get out, which is a problem.

"Uhm… we can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" Will asks. "Get him in the car and drive straight to Med then."

"Uh… we can't do that either."

Jay's breathing has turned into gasps that are coming at random intervals and are very insufficient at keeping his body oxygenated.

"Dawson, start talking right now" Will warns, so I explain the whole getting ambushed situation and how Jay apparently has a cough and is dying.

He stays silent for a few seconds. "It's not a cough, Dawson" he says quietly. "It's an asthma attack."

"Wait, what? He has asthma?" I ask loudly, making all three of my teammates look at me. "Since when?" I am so confused.

"Antonio, there's no time for this right now. Have someone call an ambulance and I'll walk you through what you need to do to help, okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, okay" I say, yelling at Adam to call a bus.

"Alright, stay calm and put me on speaker" Will says, so I kneel down next to Jay and put the phone on the floor. "How many of you are there?"

"Jay, Adam and I, everyone else is outside" I blurt out. At the sound of Will's voice, Jay's breathing picks up even more and his lips start moving as if he's trying to say something.

"Calm down, Jay. It's okay, I'm going to help, relax" Will says in a voice he only uses whenever his brother's hurt. I can see Jay try his best to relax, before Will speaks up again. "Is it cold?"

"Very" Adam supplies, before I can open my mouth.

"Okay, get him off the floor on a warmer surface if you can. We don't want him to go into shock."

Adam immediately sheds his jacket and throws it on the floor. We each grab one of Jay's arms and lift him, so that the jacket's under him.

"Okay, done."

"Sit him up against your chest, you can share body heat and it's gonna make it easier for him to breathe." I wiggle myself in between Jay's back and the stone cold wall, wrapping Jay in my embrace. This whole time, Adam keeps a steady flow of reassuring words going.

"Alright, Antonio, count how many breaths per minute he's taking. And check his pulse. Adam, you search his pockets for his inhaler. Can you do that?"

"Yeah" he says, patting down his pockets as I start counting. I immediately know the number of breaths is gonna be way higher than it's supposed to be. I get to 22 before Adam interrupts me, announcing that he found the inhaler.

"Great. Give to him and try to get him to take it. Two puffs." Will says.

"Jay? You need to use your inhaler, okay?" he says, pressing it into one of Jay's limp hands. I can see his fingers twitch, but that's as far as we can get.

"He's too exhausted, Will. Can't really move" I announce.

"Shit… okay, you're gonna have to do it for him. I'll walk you through it. Can he hear me?"

Jay immediately moans, making himself cough.

"Yeah, he can hear you" I whisper. I'm not sure whether I want to cry because of this lovely brotherly bond or panic because of this situation we're in.

"Good. Jay, I need you to listen to me. You're having an asthma attack. Antonio's going to help you use your inhaler, so try to take a deep breath when I tell you to, okay?"

Jay nods, even though Will can't see him, while Adam stands and walks towards the door to get an update form Voight.

"Antonio, put the inhaler in his mouth. On the count of three, press once and hold it until he exhales again."

"Got it."

"Okay, Jay, big breath on three. One, two, three." I press the button, just as Will told me to, while Jay takes a long, wheezing gasp, but lets it out a second later. "That's it, Jay, as deep as you can. You're doing great." The deep breath causes Jay to cough and I notice that his hands are squeezing my pants as hard as they can. "One more puff, Jay. Try to hold it in this time." He gives Jay a few more seconds to breathe, before counting to three once again. I press the button and Jay somehow manages to hold his breath this time. Small mercies.

"Antonio, I want you to count his breaths again" Will says, and then all I can hear is him shuffling around. I drop the inhaler on the floor and wrap my fingers around Jay's wrist to keep an eye on his pulse. The other hand is resting on Jay's chest, hoping to offer him some comfort. In notice his breaths don't seem as rushed anymore, so I decide to check how the whole bomb situation is going.

"Is there any news?" I ask Adam quietly, not wanting to give Jay another reason to panic.

He shoots me a glare, but answers anyway. "Um, the door is rigged, but Voight's taking care of it. SWAT team's on it's way. Should be here soon."

"Okay, what about the dealers, where are they?"

"Voight said they shot four of them on the way up. That's all I know."

Okay, so we have to find a way to hold on until they get us out. We can do it. Right?

Will's P.O.V.

I freaking knew I shouldn't have said anything about being bored. I jinxed it. Now I get to eat my own mess. Why didn't I force him to go to the hospital in the morning. Or called an ambulance for that matter. What kind of a brother am I?

"Will!" Gabby yells, making me jump a little. "You coming?"

"Yeah" I say, grabbing my phone and running after her towards the ambo. Once I get in the front seat, I can finally focus on my brother again.

"How's he doing, Antonio? Is he getting any better?" I can clearly hear that my brother's still wheezing.

"Em... no, not really. I don't know. Maybe?"

"Antonio, focus! Which is it? Better or worse?" I didn't mean to yell at him, but I know that this attack has been going on for almost ten minutes, which means Jay won't be able to keep going much longer. And that's stressing me out, because I can't help him.

"I- The wheezing's still there. And his lips are blue."

Okay, that means it's still pretty bad. "How many breaths per minute did you count?"

"About 27. I think his breathing is slower than it was the first time."

"Okay, that's good. You're doing great" I say, allowing myself to take a deep breath. Man, I wish I were there to help him. "Jay, can you hear me?" I ask, getting a moan in response. "Good, that's good. I'm on my way, Jay. I'm gonna be there the second they get the door open. You're gonna be just fine, okay? You don't need to worry."

I'm not sure exactly when I decided to join the cheer team, but it seems appropriate right now.

"Antonio, you said his lips were blue, right? Since his breathing is still too fast, give him one puff every 30 to 60 seconds, but not more than ten times. We'll see if that helps, okay?"

"Okay, got it" Dawson responds.

The warehouse is about 25 minutes away from Med and let me tell you, it felt like it was at least twice that much. Antonio and I kept talking to Jay, letting him know we were there and everything was okay. After the sixth dose of medicine, his breathing was finally starting to slow down.

"I think it's slowing down" Dawson says.

"Thank god, we're fifteen minutes out" I respond, before getting interrupted by Voight.

"SWAT team says it's gonna take at least an hour to get the door."

Shit.

"How are you doing, kid? Can you hang on?"

There's silence.

"You okay, kid?" Voight tries again, but fails. "Halstead!" Still no response. I'm starting to get the feeling, something's wrong.

I can hear Adam and Antonio yell something, before the line goes dead.

Gabby gives me a worried look, but doesn't say anything. I can see her hands are gripping the wheel as hard as they can. She doesn't like this any more than I do, having her brother stuck behind a rigged door, just like me. Except my brother can't breathe.

Before I know it, I'm calling Dawson, begging him to pick up. When he does, the first thing I hear is shuffling. The next thing is Voight's voice.

"Dawson, Ruzek, talk to me!" Voight warns, not making me any calmer.

There's more shuffling, before Adam finally speaks up.

"Jay just passed out for a minute, but he's back with us now."

Oh god.

"Okay. Hang in there, kid, we're gonna get you out" Voight tries to soothe my brother.

"And, um… his breathing doesn't sound too good" Ruzek adds. I have to do something or I'm gonna go insane.

"Jay?! Jay, it's Will. Can you hear me?"

"Yeah, he can hear you, he's nodding" Antonio says.

"Good. Listen to me. I'm here and we're going to help you, okay? I know it hurts, but you need to listen to me and do what I say, okay?"

The wheezing keeps getting faster and faster. I know I have to get him to calm down, otherwise he's going to pass out and we'll have no way of stopping the attack.

"Breathe with me, Jay. Nice and slow. In through your nose, out through your mouth. In… and out." His breath hitches, which I take as a sign that he's trying to follow my instructions. "Good, let's go again. In… and out. In… and out."

"It's working" Dawson says. "Keep going."

"Try to make your exhales longer, Jay, it's gonna make it easier to breathe. Trust me." I can hear him take a couple of deep breaths and slowly his breathing gets more and more regular. "That's it, you're doing great. Use your belly."

We keep going for another ten minutes, before Jay's breathing returns to a somewhat normal rate. The wheeze is still there, but it's definitely better than it was before. "You did great, Jay. You did great. You can relax now, everything's gonna be just fine."

"Is it over?"

"Yes, I think it stopped." I exhale in relief, but I know my brother's not out of the woods yet. "Jay? How you doing?"

There's a couple of seconds of silence, before Dawson laughs and speaks up. "He's giving you the thumbs up."

"Great, that's really great. On a scale of one to ten, how bad is your breathing?"

"Um… an eight" Dawson responds for my brother.

"Okay, you did good, buddy. Just relax and try to take deep breaths, okay?" I've seen more than enough asthma attacks, and I know what they do to patients. They exhaust them to the point where they can barely respond to any kind of questions, but more importantly, they are terrifying. Sure, every patient is different, but one thing is always the same. Fear. I know my brother is terrified of having another attack and to be honest, so am I. But I can't let him know that, which means I have a very hard decision to make. "Dawson, I need to talk to you." I hope he understand what I mean, without me having to say it out loud. There's shuffling and whispering, before the sound of my brother's labored breathing gets more and more distant.

"Okay, Will, talk to me" Dawson says, making me jump a little, because I was still trying to focus on the irregular wheezing in the background.

"Am I still on speaker?" I ask quietly, not wanting to alert my brother that I'm trying to hide something from him. Which I am, but I have no choice.

"No, Jay's with Adam" he immediately answers the question that he knows I'm about to ask next. "I'm the only one who can hear you."

"Good." I'm actually not entirely sure how to put this or where to begin. I'm still furious that Jay never mentioned his childhood asthma to his team, especially this morning after such an eventful night. I can't do anything about that now, though. "You said Jay never mentioned he had asthma, right?"

"Yeah…"

"And he didn't say anything this morning?"

Dawson thinks about this for a second, before responding. "He seemed a little bit off, but nothing we haven't seen before. Said he had a cough."

Right. Of course he did. Oh my god, he's such an idiot. We have bigger problems at hand, I have to focus.

"Okay. He had asthma when we were little, but eventually grew out of it during high school. He hasn't had an attack in years, until last night." I pause letting the information sink in.

"What do you mean last night?" Dawson asks, anger more than clear in his voice.

"He had two attacks during the night."

"So why the hell isn't he at the hospital?!" he yells, most definitely alerting Jay in the process if the hushed hey hey, relax, everything's okay I can hear two seconds later is anything to go by.

"Dawson, you have to stay calm. You can't make him freak out right now, his lungs can't handle it" I warn.

"I know" he whispers. "I'm calm."

"Good. I didn't take him to hospital, because he was already exhausted and I was with him anyway, so I decided to take him in the morning. Which never ended up happening, because as you can probably imagine, Jay refused to go. And now, here we are."

I can hear Antonio sigh, probably wondering how Jay can possibly be so stubborn when it comes to his own health.

"He promised me he was gonna take it easy and talk to you about it, but… you know Jay."

"Yeah…"

"Antonio, if we don't get that door opened soon, there's a big chance he's gonna have another attack…" He stays quiet. "He's already exhausted and seeing we barely managed to stop this one…"

"Are you saying it's gonna get a lot worse?" he asks, cautiously.

"I'm not saying it will, but it might. You need to be prepared."

To be continued…

Man, I've missed writing so much. It's therapeutic.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm not sure how I feel about it, it's definitely not my best. Maybe I'm out of shape. I was hoping to finish this story in this chapter, but as you can see, it didn't happen. I decided to stop for today and post as much as I have written. The next chapter should come within a week if everything goes as planned.

Thank you for sticking with me, despite my terrible nonexistent schedule. Please leave a review if you have the time and let me know if I should continue with this story.

Hope you have a great day and best of luck :)

Love, N