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Chapter 2: You have been found

Your POV
I paced back and forth in front of Evan's hospital bedroom, biting my nails.

What the fuck.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.

"Excuse me?"

I turn around to see a woman with blonde hair.

"Are you the person who took my son here?" She asks.

"Your son?"

"Evan."

"Oh, uh, yeah. That's me." I say, laughing awkwardly.
She starts to tear up, smiling. To my surprise, she pulls me into a hug.

"Thank...you..." She breathes out. I gently pat her back.
"I-It's no problem."

She pulls away, wiping her puffy eyes.
"He's in the room, if you want to talk to him."

I nodded.

I knocked on his hospital room door, and opened it when I heard a small 'come in!'

"Uh, hey." I say, closing the door behind me.

"You stayed." He says, grinning softly.
"Uh, yeah. I felt like it would be kinda rude to leave without asking how you are."

There was a long awkward silence.

God fucking damn it.

"So, you got a cast. That's, um, I, uh. Fuck I'm so awkward." I sigh, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

He giggles. "I-It's okay. I'm more awkward than you."

I walk over to his bed, sitting on the chair beside it.
I spot a sharpie at the corner of my eye.

"Speaking of casts. You wouldn't mind if I signed yours, right?"

His eyes widened, and his mouth opened like he was about to say something, but couldn't speak.

"Evan?"

"Yes! I mean, no. I mean, I wouldn't mind."

I smile at him, taking the sharpie that was on the nightstand.

I scribble a little message along with a small smiley face.

"Well, I have to leave. Get well soon."

Evan's POV

I smiled, and waved, as she leaves the room.

I look down at my cast, curios as to what she wrote.

You will be found - Y/N

I think I was already found. My eyes start to tear up a bit.

I heard three knocks on the door.
"Come in!" I yell.

The door creaks open, and I see my mom, peering her head out.
"How are you, sweetie?" She asks.

"Good, I guess." I reply, looking back down on my cast.

"That girl. It was nice of her to take you here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it was."

"What's her name?"

I snap my head upwards, finally meeting eyes with her.
"Huh?"

Shit, I forgot to ask for her name.

Wait.

I look back down again on my cast.
"Y/N." I breathe out.

"What was that, honey?"

"Oh, um, her name is Y/N." I say, frowning a bit.
"What's the matter?"

"It's just a shame that, I'll probably never see her again."

"Don't be so sure, Evan. Maybe one day, you'll meet her again." She says, sitting down on the bed.

"Yeah. Maybe."

She sadly smiles.
"I have to go back to work." She kisses my forehead, and ruffles my hair.

She stands up, and leaves the room.

No way am I seeing her again.

Your POV

"Okay, Y/N, this is not a drill. You've just met Evan Hansen. That explains the lack of existance of all my merchandise of DEH."

I bit my lip.
What do I do?

Maybe, I can change it?

"Evan already broke his arm, so can't really change that. What's left now is Connor's suicide, and you know, the letter incident."

Y/N, you idiot, how the fuck are you supposed to do that?

Dammit, what's his school?

I sigh, flopping onto my bed.

God fucking damn it.

"Y/N, we need to talk!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

"Uh, okay!"

I sprint down the stairs, almost tripped doing so.
"What's up?"

"Honey, we're sorry, but you'll have to change schools."

"What? Why?"

"Your school is part of an exchange student program where a student is picked to go to a different school for a year, and you got picked." Says my dad, walking closer.

"This is going to be hard, 'cause we know you struggled with making friends in the past, and now you have them, but you're gonna switch schools." my mom says, her voice in a pitiful tone.

"But, maybe this is a good thing. Maybe a fresh start is just what you need for senior high."
He wraps an arm around my shoulders, I look at him with a small smile.

"Well, we talked to the principal of the new school. They said that they already assigned someone to guide you through the school."

"Who is it?" I ask. "Alana Beck?" My mom says reading a letter from I assume, the school I'm going to.

"Oh..."

Wait a minute...

"OH!" Alana Beck. From Dear Evan Hansen.

I can change the story.

What even is this?