(Narrator)
It was 6.00 am when the tour bus reached the hospital. Gerard ran off it, closely followed by Mikey, Frank and Ray.
Gerard ran to the reception, dropping the blanket he was wrapped in on the floor as he went.
Gerard looked and smelled terrible. His eyes were red, and surrounded by bags, and he wore his pyjamas.
‘Can I help you?’ said the receptionist, not even looking up from her papers.
‘I’m Gerard Way. I got a call... about’
‘Oh,’ she cut him off, ‘wait here I’ll call the doctor’

A few minutes later, a tall man in scrubs appeared, with a sullen expression on his face. ‘I’m so sorry, we did everything we could-‘
‘I want to see them.’ Gerard stated.
The doctor nodded and started walking, Gerard followed. ‘Wait here guys.’ reluctantly they did.

The morgue was cold, and sterile. In the middle of the room were two bodies under blankets. The doctor lifted the blanket so you could see the faces.
Gerard took as many steps backs as he could until he hit a wall. He gave all his weight to it, as his feet stopped working. He couldn’t believe it. How this of could happened? They couldn’t be dead. No.
But the proof was right in front of him.
The evidence was there, cold, unmoving... dead.
‘I’m so sorry,’ the doctor said. ‘Their condition was too critical as they came in.’
Tears fell down his face as Gerard left the morgue, he tried to wipe them away but they just kept coming.

He stormed through the reception, ‘I know where the hotel we’re staying in is, I’m going for walk, see you later,’ he called to his band mates.
They all got up and ran to him. ‘No, we aren’t letting you be alone,’ said Mikey. He put an arm on his brother’s shoulder.
‘Get off me. I want to be alone. I know where the hotel is, this is California. I live here.’
‘Look, man you really shouldn’t be alone right now,’ Frank said it was killing him to not know how to help Gerard.
‘I won’t be long.’
Gerard left. He didn't look back.