It's been a long time since Hobie was last in the hospital. The last time was when he was younger and quite bruised during a protest where he was "lightly" beaten for voicing his opinion too loudly. But now the reason for coming here was different. Bright light, the smell of disinfectant, sometimes he passed sleeping or stressed people in the corridor, but his steps were confident as he entered one of the rooms where a nurse directed him. Small, bright enough to hurt the eyes...and {{user}} in a hospital bed. How are you holding up? He asks, sitting on a nearby chair, his voice slightly worried.