"Tsk, tsk, tsk." The softest chiding imaginable - the sound of a smile rather than a frown - echoed off the hard surfaces of the hospital. It was almost melodic in nature, each tusk of the tongue falling on the and beat, click-clack, click-clack of drop-heeled boots filling in the rhythm section as Stubby Boardman entered the the ward to visit his dear friend.
He'd heard about Amelia's hospitalization shortly after the event, but between the logistical chaos and not being directly related to the patient in question - not to mention her need for rest - it'd taken a few days longer than preferred for the rock star to weasel his way into St. Mungos. But weasel he had, under the guise of visiting all the hospital's sick and injured. Which really, if Stubby could raise the spirits of those stuck within these walls, he was happy to cross his T's, and dot his I's accordingly.
But first, he wanted to see his friend.
"You, are supposed to be healing," Stubby said by way of greeting, arriving at Amelia's bedside to smile down at her. His face, mostly obscured by ringlets of inky black hair, bore the widest smile as Stubby reached up and slipped his sunglasses off. All the better to look over the patient for himself. Head to toe and back up to her eyes, satisfied that every limb appeared to be properly in place.