Delta knows what he's looking for before he thinks to ask, hands scrabbling at the machine at the nape of Wash's neck, detaching it, shutting it down and pulling it out before someone, anyone can come for him. It's not like he'll be able to get out of here without getting his ass kicked but like hell he's leaving Wash to this.

Not again.

Not when he can stop it.

"Wash? Wash. It's over, it's over I need you to look at me, okay? Open your eyes-"