Jay Halstead imagines

Helpless - Jay Halstead

You heard stories from Jay about cases. Some were worse than others. Sometimes you could see a case was rough just by looking Jay in the eye. He had talked about almost getting shot and actually getting shot. Never in a million years would you have thought that you would be part of a case and that your boyfriend would get shot right in front of your eyes. Your ears were still ringing from the shot that had been fired. You started at Jay in horror as his body went limp. You could see the blood coming from his hands where the robe was tied around. All his weight was pulling down, but he couldn't go anywhere, and neither could you.

"Please, let me help him. He will die," you cried out. They removed the tape from your mouth just before they shot Jay. They laughed when you screamed out in fear. They're probably loving it now, how you are begging for them to cut you loose so you could help Jay. Tears are burning in the cuts on your face, but you can't help it. You feel so helpless.

"I think we'll never see him again, princess. It's only a matter of time before you starve and die as well," one of the men said. They all laughed before they walked away, leaving you all alone with your dying boyfriend. You were standing on the end of your toes, trying to make yourself as long as possible so you could untie the robe. But whatever you tried, nothing helped. It only felt like the robe was getting tighter around your wrists.

"Jay, are you still with me?"

Only a muffled reaction came from him. He still had tape on his mouth.

You started screaming for help in the hope that someone would hear you. You hoped that someone would find you soon.

You had no idea what time it was or how long you had been tied up. Your energy was slipping away; you were barely conscious. You tried everything you could to get out, but nothing helped. You could only listen to how Jay's breathing was getting heavier, and you knew what was coming sooner than later. He would die right next to you. Your voice was gone from all the screaming. Barley, a sound came out. The pain you had in your wrists was gone, and you knew that was a bad sign. The worst part was that if they were going to find you, they would find Jay dead. Your friends would find him dead. You would probably be on the verge of death. You hadn't had a drink in what felt like a week. Your stomach was empty. It would be only a matter of time.

More time passed. Your wrists were numb to the scratching of the robe. You tried getting the robe as loose as you could. Slowly, your feet could touch more ground. Before you knew it, you fell down on the floor. You moaned in pain. You tried to get up, but your knees were too weak.

"Jay, I'm coming," you croaked out. You started to search on the ground for something sharp. You needed to get out of here, or you would die. When you found something sharp, you made your way over to Jay. With every little bit of energy you had left, you stood up against the wall. You walked over to Jay and started cutting him loose. With a loud thud, he fell down to the ground. No sound came from him. That wasn't good. You began to drag Jay's body across the floor in the direction your captures went. When you finally found the door, you opened it and were blinded by the sunlight.

"They are here!" you heard someone yell.

You only could see shapes running toward you.

"Y/N!" You saw Antonio walking closer to you.

A feeling of relief washed over your body. You were going to be okay.

Antonio grabbed you by your arms, but you pulled them away. "Help Jay," you croaked out. It brought tears back to your eyes. "He's shot."

"They got him, alright? Let me get you to the ambulance." Antonio grabbed your hands again. You slowly made your way to the ambulance, where Gabby and Sylvie looked at you with a big smiles.

"It's good to see you, Y/N," Gabby said.

You only smiled back. They helped you into the ambulance. Antonio followed you. Just as they closed the doors, you could see how Jay got put on a stretcher, and they rushed him to another ambulance. Someone was giving him CPR. The door closed, and you could feel your hard sink. It felt like it was getting harder to breathe.

"Calm down, Y/N. You're safe. We got you. Just try to breathe," Gabby calmly said.

"They are bringing Jay to Med as well. You two are going to be okay," Antonio said. He only said that to make you feel better. You didn't know if Jay was going to make it. You had a feeling it wouldn't go well.

Nathalie had cleared you. Besides the bruising on your hands and the minor cuts on your face, you would be okay. You were dehydrated, but that was nothing they couldn't fix. Your voice would probably take a few days to get back to normal, and you should talk as little as possible.

Antonio walked into the room with Voight by his side.

"How are you, kiddo?" Voight asked.

"Jay?" Was the only thing you managed to say.

"He just got out of surgery. They removed the bullet. And they put him into a coma to give his body as much rest as it needs. But they think he'll be okay. He still needs to wake up to know for sure that there isn't any damage to his brain," Voight explained.

You grabbed a notepad and started writing what you wanted to say on it. You turned it around to Voight and Antonio.

"Was he dead when you found him?" Antonio read out your question. He looked at Voight.

"They think a few minutes. There is brain activity now, but they can't see if there is any damage."

A tear rolled down your cheek. It was like you knew it. Jay had been dead for several minutes, and you had no idea if or when he would wake up.

It took Jay two weeks to wake up. You never left his side. You only went to the bathroom when somebody else was by his side. Your voice was back to normal. Your wrists were still bruised, and you had small scars on your face.

"Hey," you said to Jay as he woke up.

They had taken him off the ventilator yesterday because he was finally breathing on his own.

"Hi," he croaked out. He looked around. "Hospital?"

You nodded. "Yeah. We're okay."