There was fear in him but also rage. Nothing could stop it. The man shook, hands in fists as he pointed towards the window, yelling at whoever would listen - "I no longer serve Him!" Before he shied away, stepping back even further. The orderlies were preparing drugs, seeing that Dalyn was stepping in to handle the situation but Will was oblivious and merely ran his hands through his hair, panting and trying to breathe.
He had never panicked like this before. As soon as Dalyn's hands were on him and as much as he'd hate to admit it, it was calming him down. A much needed influence and yet he was still insistant. "What - those things that happened... my family - No God would order that, no - I am NOT a messenger, no God, no God - Oh fuck..."
It was the first time he had swore but he put his hands to his head now, looking at Dalyn with worry, blue eyes wide as he whispered, timid; "Am I crazy?"