He presses his lips together when she mentions the tag. This was his screw up and his alone. He's not about to let her throw herself under the bus on his account. He's pretty sure the only reason he's still here at all is because of her.

"I got it wrong," he says firmly, leveling a serious look at her. "I'll take full responsibility."

He leaned closer to the bed, his hand brushing over her blanketed knee and resting there.

"They said you were lucky. It... was bad for a while there." For a second, the appearance of having everything together slips and he tightens his hand on her knee. "Don't do that to me again."