Okay before I start. Just watched an awesome video of Gerard Way showing some interviewer guy how to do his make up. LOL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TPCIQ8DWkA&feature=related 
he knows more about make up than I do :P

I was thinking about this story line last night in bed (why do all good things come to you when you cant write them down?) so I havent exactly written it but ive thought about the story line. 


NURSE 


It was about 5:00pm when she entered the emergency unit of the hospital. Her face was tear stained and sweaty and her hair was sticking to her. She was clutching her right arm and blood was seeping through her t shirt. her mother guided her over to the reception and the nurse behind the counter told her where to go. As she started to make her way to one of the emergency rooms, her legs folded under her and she collapsed to the floor. She had fainted. I guess the pain became too much for her. Some nurses hurried along, picked her up and carried her into the nearest available room. It later transpired that she had been hit on the collar bone with a cricket ball during an all girls cricket game.


ALEX


When I woke up, I was lying on a bed in a brightly lit white room and the pain had magically vanished. I could feel an odd tugging on my right collar bone and it took me some time to realise that I was being stitched up. Once the doctor was finished stitching me, he got an arm brace that supported my arm and strapped around my whole torso. 


I was exhausted when I woke up. I hadnt exactly had the easiest night. My older brother made me sleep with him in his double bed; telling me that I must wake him up if I felt nauseous or in too much pain.
When I eventually got to sleep, I kept waking up every hour. I couldnt get comfortable. My mom had made me put a pillow under my arm to support it and I couldnt sleep on my side like I usually did. By about midnight, the anaesthetic had worn off and my collar bone started to get sore again. Every time I moved it hurt. The doctor had told me that the bone wasnt out of line and the brace was as much as they could do.
I woke up at 5:00am and dozed on and off for about an hour. I was releaved when my mother came in to wake my brother up. I looked at her and said "Will I have to go to school today?" 
She looked at my sweaty face and said "No dear, I dont think you will cope. Stay home today and we'll see how you are tomorrow"


As soon as my parents had left for work and my brother for school, I got my exam pad and pencil case out my school bag and set them on the table. I took a pencil up in my left hand and started to slowly write.
AAA BBB CCC DDD EEE FFF GGG until I filled the whole page with the alphabet, over and over again until my letters began to resemble normal letters. Then I started with simple things. Like my name. I wrote
My name is Alex. I wrote it again and again until it was readable. I carried on writing until my hand felt like it was going to fall off. I had to practice writing with my left hand because I would have this brace on for about 6 weeks.