Adopted By Phan. (sequel to Adopted by Phan a Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

What are these marks?

    AYE. tell me what you think of this chapter. I worked really hard on it for a while now! Please just give me any tips any thing you like I need to know!!!And there is a big question at the end. Try and answer it!Dan's POV
       It's been a week since our fight. I promised Phil to stop going to the bar and spending all our money.
     I dropped of Kyle at school and went back home to sleep in. I was interrupted at 12 o'clock by Phil waking me up and saying some one was on the phone for me.
    "Hello?" I ask as I take off my cannula.
    "Hello. Is this Dan?"
    "Yes."
    "Hi, this is Mrs.Carol the nurse at ridge elementary. I'm calling about your son Kyle."
     "Um...yes?"
     "After you dropped him off he complied of a stomach ache and head ache. I told him to go back to class, about an hour later he came back with a teacher's note saying he had thrown up. I took his temperature and it's at 101 degrees Fahrenheit. So we can keep him here until the end of school or you can come get him. We are trying to get him to sleep but he refuses to."
     I chuckle. "Yeah, his sensory issues make him to where he can't fall asleep wearing a shirt and shoes. And he is very attached to his dinosaur and won't sleep without it. I'll come over and take him off your hands."
     "Alright, I'll see you soon." She chuckled back and hung up.
     I put on some pants and made my way to the school.
     I walked into the nurses office to find Kyle playing with the magnets on the mini fridge by the nurses desk.
    "DADDY!" He smiled and shouted as soon as he saw me.
    "Aye buddy! Come here!" I kneel down with my arms open wide and took him into a hug.
    "Can I just have you sign him out?" The nurse ask.
    I do so. Then grab Kyle's bag and sling it around my shoulder and pick Kyle up where he smiles and nuzzles his head into my shoulder. Once we get home, Phil gets Kyle some orange juice and I get him into his pajamas. I give him some sleeping medicine. Well...tried.
      "Alright. 4 ounces. Just enough for a 6 year old." I smile as I finish off pouring the purple grape medicine.
      "What's that?" he asks.
      "This is sleeping medicine. It will help you go to sleep and feel better!" I smile and hand the cup to him.
    He stares and drinks it. "Yummy!!" He smiles.
     I smile and grab the nasal cream. It helps him breathe and takes away any congestion.
      I wipe some on his nose as he proceeds to cross his eyes and tries to touch it.
     "Don't do that!" I say.
     "Why?"
     "Because. I don't want you to get it on your hands and have you rubbing your eyes. It will burn." I warn.
    Well. I'm an idiot. I closed the container and turn around to put it away when Kyle started screaming. "Kyle?! What did you do?"
     "I run nose then eyes!" he cries.
    Great. Just fucking great.
    I pick him up and rush him to the bathroom.
    "Everything alright?" Phil asks.
    "Does it sound like Everything is alright!?"
    "No..."
    "Exactly."
    I turn on the water and start to flush Kyle's eyes out. Which made him freak out more since I didn't tell him what I was doing. But I didn't have time.
    "Alright baby look at me."
    He does so crying.
    "Alright it's okay." I notice his eyes are red and puffy. Probably the nasal rub. But I just want to be safe.
     "Phil?"
    "Yeah?" He asks as he walks into the bathroom.
   "Can I use your contact solution to get this stuff completely out of Kyle's eyes?"
    "Sure!" He smiles and grabs his solution out of the medicine cabinet. "Just use a few drops. That's all you need."
      "Alright thanks."
    I pick up Kyle and take him his room. "What daddy doing?"
     "I'm going to put some eyes drops in your eyes to make them feel better."
    "NO!" He screams. Shit.
    "Sweetie. Its going to be okay!" I smile. "Trust daddy. Please?"
    He squirms and looks down and nods. I smile and pick up, laying him down on my lap and placing a pillow under his head.
     I opened the contact solution. "Alright. Keep your eyes open!"
    I held the bottle upside down and waited for a drop. Didn't want to go to fast to waste it. The drop came as Kyle quickly shut his eyes.
    "Kyle...that almost worked. We're going to do this until it works."   
    I tried again until it finally reached his eye and is the same thing on his other. I put the solution away. And put him to bed.
    An hour later. I went to check on him. His head was burried into the pillow and he was laying on his stomach. Dinosaur in hand and sucking his thumb on the other.
     I grabbed his sippy cup to see if it was still full and it was.
     I then noticed he has kicked his duvet to his feet. But...his back...his arms. What the hell.
      "Phil?" I quietly ask. He come in with a wash cloth in his hands.
     "Do you know where these marks came from?" I ask.
    He stares, examining the bruises and cuts on Kyle's back and arms. "No...do you?"
    I shake my head.
    "Do you thing there is something he's not telling us?" He asks.
    I stare into his eyes, hopelessly. Thinking
    Who and why would anyone be doing this to our child. Who?