Mikey walked into the hospital wearing the average look of any hospital-goer. His eyes looked a bit distant and his mouth tugged down into a slight frown as he walked up to the visitor's desk of the urgent care wing.
"Excuse me ma'm, my name is Mikey Way, I'm here to see my brother Gerard." He says.
The woman says "One moment sir," she then types 'Gerard Way' into her computer, "he's in room 106, down the hall and to the left, you're free to visit him now if you'd like, but he's on medication so he's probably a bit off."
Mikey nodded and thanked the woman, then turned and walked towards room 106. When he reached it he quietly opened it. He hesitantly walked in and came to his brothers bedside. Gerard was sleeping peacefully, disregarding his injuries.
He looks so broken, hooked up to all these machines. Mikey thought to himself.
Gerard stired in his sleep, mumbling something to himself. And slowly his eyes opened.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"Gee, we're at the hospital. You got hit, more like nudged, by a car, but you fell pretty hard on your head. The doctors told me you have a slight concussion." Mikey replied.
"Oh man, that sucks.... wait, who are you?"