Who: Connor Murphy and Evan Hansen What: First night in camp Where: Their house (with Sam Winchester) When: After dark Warnings: Connor and Evan both suffer from mental illness. Their behaviors can be triggery to some people. There shouldn't be any other warnings. Status: Closed
Things had happened so fast, Evan barely remembered the details. He'd been lost, and scared, huddled up in a ball under a tree in the woods. He had no idea where he was, no clue how he'd gotten there. The last thing he remembered he'd been at school, in the computer lab. Connor Murphy had just signed his cast, and his name was there, larger than life just the way he'd written it on the outside of the cast on Evan's arm. And then he was outside, in the woods, and it was cold, way colder than September should have been.
He probably would have had a heart attack despite being so young, and in relatively good physical health, if Connor hadn't been there with him. Connor had tried talking to him, though Evan had felt like words were stuck in a ball in his throat. Connor had alternated between sitting beside him and walking away, searching for help or something, saying they needed to find shelter. Evan just drew his knees in tighter, and tried to make himself as small as possible.
Eventually someone found Connor. Evan could see the movement, knew that Connor was talking to someone. He was frozen, not literally though he was cold. He didn't have the will power to make himself move. Not until Connor and the other, who called himself Sam, hovered over him and prodded him to get him on his feet. Walking was a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, but it had never seemed more difficult for Evan than it did then. After a few stunted steps forward, Connor put an arm around Evan's shoulders in order to keep him moving forward. It worked because Connor was several inches taller than Evan and easily kept him moving.
Sam took them to an organised camp, where they were evaluated. Evan couldn't verbally answer any questions asked of him, but communicated with nods and shakes of his head. Sam said he had a big enough place to take the two of them in, and they were sent home with him. He'd fixed a modest dinner, which Evan had picked at, moving his fork around the plate more than he ate.
After dinner was cleared away, Sam went to his room, leaving the two of them to get settled. Evan sat on the couch, curled up against the side arm, still trying to appear as small as possible. His mind was racing, playing over the events of the day, trying to figure out what had happened. The were no answers, though, and that was upsetting to him. He had no idea how he'd gotten here, or what he was supposed to do now.
Every so often, he looked down at the cast on his arm, at Connor's name there, almost as if he didn't believe it was real.