It is your own fault you were injured. Not his.

Yes, alright, Damian did not follow the plan you all had made. He saw an opportunity. He took it. That's his job. To apprehend the criminal. You have to be capable of improvising - and following his lead. And if you'd been thrown by his sudden deviation from the set plan, that was not his fault.

And if him taking an opening had left him open to a threat he hadn't been in a position to see and you'd felt a need to protect him and gotten yourself sorely injured in the process...

Look, you're hurt and he is not, so how about just focus on the present and not fret over the details? What's done is done.

It's not his fault. ...But he'll look after you anyway. Not because he's responsible or anything. Just because he... wants you back in fighting condition as fast as possible. The team is weaker without you, and that is unacceptable. Alright? His concerns are practical.

Damian leans against your doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, frowning as he peers over at you lying in the bed. He doesn't like seeing you like this. He doesn't like thinking that you're lucky to be alive. He doesn't like the way it makes him feel. He really doesn't like the way it keeps making him think that maybe - just maybe - he should have stuck to the plan?

But he did his job.

But also it could have been him in that bed, if you hadn't...

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, pushing off the doorframe to stalk into the room. "Do you need anything? Food, drink?" He can hear that he sounds grumpy, he knows that he's being a bit childish. But 'gentle and nurturing' does not come naturally to him. Still, he's not mad at you. It's not your fault you're hurt like this, really. ...But it's not his either!

Maybe he should just stop thinking about 'fault' at all. Tch.