...And It's Never Coming Back

(cover art is not mine)
Evan hates the hospital. And yet here he is, on a bleary Saturday. He sits in one of the open rooms, trying to avoid any interactions... until his mom comes in, followed by a man and woman he'd never seen before.
When Connor wakes up in a room smelling of antibacterial wipes with a million tubes stuck in him, he's unbelievably pissed. Or at least he thinks he would be, but really, he can't feel much. He accredits this whatever these tubes are pumping into him. But when Evan fucking Hansen shows up at his hospital room's door, he does feel something. Guilt? Regret? Anger?