If it'd been a few months ago, he would need restraints. Or he would be panicking and trying to call his partner. It wasn't the drugs that made him so malleable at the moment, it was experience. And this odd sense of purpose and acceptance Will found since becoming one of a whole. Nothing was 'normal' anymore. He abandoned the life he made for himself in Chicago and doing that meant he made a choice. That choice led to the kind of situations where Will doubted this was the last time he'd wake up thinking he'd gone completely insane.
Once they were all together again, they would come up with a plan. They were actually very good at plans, when they needed to be. He sensed when she came close, so his eyes knew just where to look when she came into the hospital. Will remembered the first time they touched. Both 'first' times. In their minds, he wondered what it would feel like to be with her in real life. Nothing prepared him for the power of her being more than a figment of his imagination.
He was already starting to reach out to comfort her when her hand found his. "I'm sorry, I didn't think ---" He glanced over to the machines and then back at her. It didn't take special senses to make the leap, he was a good detective after all. It'd been the other way around, before. When she fell unconscious and Will knew a part of him was gone with her. He wondered how the others felt, if it was this intense for them too. "I should have come to you instead."
Will worried, it was a natural extension of his desire to fix things, to make things better. He tangled their fingers together. "I am, thanks to you. I'll shake this off in a few more minutes and we can go. Wolfgang's here?"