A/N: So... it's officially been over two years since I last touched this story. Holy shit y'all, over 97,000 reads? On this? AND some people are STILL giving me favorites and comments!! I'm truly sorry for running out on y'all. Life got complicated and, to be honest, I really lost interest. And time. However! We are currently going through the COVID-19 pandemic, SO I have nothing but time and have decided, what the hell? Why not finish it out! Enjoy!
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Connor and Dr. Reynolds-Schuyler continued to converse, and the boy was glad to find he felt relatively comfortable with the woman. By the time the allotted hour was up, he felt as though only thirty minutes had passed. Maria got up to switch off her alarm, giving Connor a kind smile. He smiled right back, albeit tiredly.
He was surprised to discover how tired he felt upon standing, cursing softly when he discovered his leg had that awful pins-and-needles sensation. Maria elected to ignore the language, gently huffing air out of her nose in fond amusement at the teen's antics.
"Alright, Mr. Murphy. Now, I'd like to discuss medications with you. Because you have a history of substance abuse, we'll have to be careful. I'm going to prescribe you thirty milligrams of Buspar to be taken in the mornings, and 0.5 milligrams of Klonopin to be taken as needed. We will administer medications as needed, and keep count. I'd like to keep seeing you for sessions on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, alright? Make sure to let me know if you see any negative side effects with the medications." Maria smiled again, before offering her hand to Connor to shake. He did so, thankful for the doctor's straight forward language and lack of babying.
As he turned to walk back to his room, he smiled to himself, feeling hopeful.
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"Hey pal, how's it hangin'?" Michael called to Connor as soon as he entered, sliding off one side of his headphones and grinning like a madman. Connor rolled his eyes, smirking.
"S'fine, but I'm more fuckin' tired then I figured I'd be." As he spoke, the taller teen slumped onto his bed, somewhat dramatically. Michael chuckled, adjusting his glasses to better observe his roommate.
"Yeah, first days will do that to you. Hey man, why don't you take a nap? I'm gonna groove until dinner, so I can wake you up in, I dunno, an hour?" Connor made a noise of acknowledgement, opting to roll onto his side, wordlessly accepting the offered nap.
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He awoke to the ungodly screaming of a distorted version of the Thomas the Tank Engine theme song directly in his ear, making him jump bolt upright. The noise was coupled with a cackling laugh. Connor, eyesight still blurred with shock and sleep, turned to glare at the source of the sound. He found Michael, doubled over in laughter; he threw a pillow at the boy.
"Aw, c'mon now! Don't be like that, Murphy. I didn't know if you'd be cool with me shaking you awake, so-"
"-so you thought it would be better to unleash Satan's Tank Engine in my ear?" Connor finished, interrupting. Michael just beamed, still calming down from his hysterical laughter.
"Exactly!"
"I can't stand you."
"Thanks, dude! Anyways, that was fun and all, but we should probably get to dinner, yeah?" Connor nodded, and they were off.
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Connor Murphy's routine continued in much the same way for the rest of his stay at Schuyler's Rehabilitation Center for Troubled Adolescents. He made friends aside from Michael, he attended his therapy sessions. His meds were adjusted, and he finally felt like he was really, truly doing better. Detox had been a living hell, just as he expected. But he'd made it through, and he almost couldn't believe that his stay was coming to an end.
This evening, the Murphy's and Evan Hansen would be there to retrieve him, and though he was sad to leave his new friends, he couldn't wait to see his Evan, and his family. He also couldn't wait to have some goddamn McDonald's again.
Michael had left a week prior, but Connor had gotten his phone number. After gathering his things, he left his room to give his thanks to Dr. Maria and Mrs. Eliza, and to say his goodbyes to the aforementioned couple and some of his other new friends.
"Oh, Connor, I'll miss you so much. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to shoot us an email, alright?" Eliza smiled brightly at him, pulling him into a kind hug, which Connor was glad to return. Next, Maria approached him, taking her wife's place to offer a tight hug, as she pulled away from the embrace, she spoke.
"I'll miss you too, Mr. Murphy. Remember everything we've talked about, alright? And your parents, they've already set you up with sessions for the doctor I recommended?" Connor nodded, giving them a genuine grin.
"Yeah, they got it taken care of. Thanks for everything." Suddenly, Eliza perked up, looking just above Connor's shoulder, waving. Connor perked up, spinning around on his heel.
There stood his family, and, of course, Evan. He smiled so wide his cheeks hurt, looking at them. Cynthia Murphy was crying through her smile, and Larry Murphy looked proud. Then there was Zoe, who stuck her tongue out at him, though her eyes were soft along with her smile.
And Evan. Evan Hansen, who Connor hadn't seen since drop off. He let go of his suitcase, running to the other boy, wrapping long arms around his shoulders, burying his nose in dirty-blond hair. Evan immediately reciprocated, throwing his arms around his boyfriend's waist and pressing his face into his shoulder. They stood there, breathing one another in, until someone cleared their throat.
"Ahem, you guys do know we're still in public, right? Gross." The pulled apart, Connor glaring at his sister, sticking his tongue out at her. She did the same right back.
"Alright guys, knock it off. Come on. Connor, we already signed you out. Larry, I think Connor's a bit... occupied. Could you grab the suitcase." Her husband jokingly saluted, moving to grab his son's things. Cynthia was smiling gently at the boys, tears still welled in her eyes. Her son looked undeniably better, and she was so, so thrilled to see it. He had an air about him, radiating a sense of peace. It was then that she was certain that, this time, things truly would be better.
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A/N: Alright. Since I've kept y'all waiting long enough, the next chapter will be the last. I'll see you guys there! Much love, and I hope everyone is healthy and safe.
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