No. [Daedalus is stern, put-off still, mostly because it's finally catching up with him that he'd barely been out of this hospital six hours ago, and now he's back in.]

I expect you to be more sensible in the future, and perhaps I'd be inclined to respect your remorse if you hadn't all but ordered me out of bed and into work early, because the outcome your mistakes need tending to. That's not you trying to fix things, that's shouting at me to 'have a bed ready' to fix your problems.

[His voice softens, tired, and he kneads at his forehead, looking away]

I'm a doctor, it's my job, but I dislike mopping up the afters of things which should have never happened this way to begin with, and then being treated rudely, as if I were somehow included in the accountability.

...your friend will make full recovery.