Damian was only now realizing sarcasm and jokes probably wasn't the way to comfort someone who is probably still in agonizing pain and woke up relatively alone. This idea was well enforced by the sour face upon the one pretty boy, and with how serious his attitude was. "I did figure as much, if we are getting it put out there. Most don't stab themselves in the side, and if they did, the angle of the stab wounds is nearly impossible for the amount of force that was put into it to make that amount of damage. Your blood test also came back negative for most of the drugs we have on record, so that's a bonus." Damian pulled up a rolling chair, taking a seat in it and crossing his knees. With a lean back, he was relaxed and simply gazed upon the man as he tried to roll around. With a shake of his head, He already could feel his own gut tightening as he knew what was about to happen.
"Ow!"
"Calm down, tiger," Damian cooed, scooting up his chair to the bed. "Don't test the limits of stitches too much. I'm afraid you'll have to get used to sleeping on your back." He laid a hand upon his shoulder, a gentle rest, giving a short stroke as encouragement to slowly roll back over. "Plus you simply wouldn't want to miss the feast that is surely on its way." He learned fro his mistake, and bringing up what seemed like possible embarrassment from the men didn't seem like a keen idea either.
After another moment, a thin and rather fragile looking woman came in with a rolling tray, casting a smile upon them. "Well, lookie at whose up. You aren't terrorizing him yet, are you, Dr. Canery?"
"Oh no, Ms. White, of course not. We're just playing 20 questions as a way to get to know one another." Damian finally got up once more to lean over to get the rolling table and pull it over the bed, allowing for the nurse to place the covered tray upon it. "We're just going to be the best of pals, isn't that right?" He playfully asked his patient with a wink.
"Mmmhmm," the older nurse judged, shaking her head as she wheeled out. "Don't get too sassy, Dr. Canery."
"I would never, Betty," Damian replied, lifting the cover and placing it to the side, before finally taking his seat once more. "Bon Appetite," He smiled, always finding it humorous as most of the gelatinous contents that was called food jiggled with the movement. "Alright though, back to business. Don't be afraid to chew and talk, I've seen worse around here." Once more resuming the crossed knees, Damian folded his hands upon his lap, regarding the man curiously. "You've grown up around this area, haven't you? It wasn't your friends who had done this to you, was it?"