He'd known that was coming and yet still wasn't prepared, and had to drop his gaze so he wouldn't have to see her cry. Hearing her crying wasn't any easier to deal with, but he figured the best thing to do was let her do it. Not in those cuffs, though, what kind of bullshit-- "She's not a wild animal," he contended against the nurse's protest when he removed the restraints. She was sedated for Satan's sake. The nurse huffed and frowned, went back to check Wanda's vitals. Daimon faced Wanda again and ventured to take her hand in his.
"Come on, don't do that." He bowed his head forward, still felt as if her crash of emotions wasn't something he ought to be a witnessing. "Everything's going to be okay."