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

Poppin' Pills

       TRIGGER WARNING MENTIONS OF SUICDE
   
       Mile's POV:

      I held my medicine in my hands. Crying, I just couldn't do it anymore. I opened the bottle and swallowed all of them. 1 by 1. Each one, a stupid thing that I've done. And once I was out of those, I swallowed one for everyone reason why I should die.
       An hour later, Dan called me down for dinner.

         Dan's POV:
   
       "Alright, Miles do you like burgers?" Phil asked as he served.
       "Uh...sure..." He said.
       "Miles? You don't look so good..." I said.
     "I-I'm fi-" He soon looked up and fell to the ground.
     "MILES!!" I screamed and picked him up. "KYLE! CAR NOW! PHIL!" I ran to the car and started it. Urging for Kyle and Phil to hurry.
      I drove to the hospital, quickly. I put Miles into the ER's care.
    It was time for Phil and I to wait.
     Only 2 hours later.."Daniel Howell?" The nurse asked. I stood up and wiped my tears from my eyes. "T-that would be me." I said.
      "Miles is doing great! We had to pump his stomach."
      "W-why? What even happened?"
      "It looks like he swallowed his entire bottle of pills we prescribed him only a few days ago."
       "Oh god...what is CPS gonna think?" I asked.
      "We actually do have a social worker, needing to question you and Phil...separately."
       "When can he come back?"
      "Well, if CPS does think you can keep Miles until we hold his father at trail, then hopefully tomorrow afternoon..." She smiled.
     I nodded and the social worker took me into a private room. Oh god. I've done nothing wrong. DO NOT FUCK THIS UP DAN.
       "Alright Daniel..."
       "Yes.." I fiddle with my fingers.
      "So, where were you exactly when Miles tried to commit suicide?"
    "In the kitchen...making dinner."
    "Alright. Where was Phil?"
    "With me.."
    "And how long have you known Miles?"
    "1 year..."
    "Now the night he showed up at your house asking for help, what exactly happened?"
    "He was crying and he was hurt badly...and we took him in, called the police, police looked out our files quickly and told us that we need to be in charged of him until they can make a arrest on his dad. Ever since we've been treating him like a member of our own."
       "And this was 3 days ago?"
      "Yes ma'am."
      "And was this the first time he's asked for help from you?"
     "Yes ma'am." I wiped a tear.
      "Sir, why are you crying?"
      "I just want Miles to be safe. And I know how much of pain those foster homes can be...and I don't want him to be there...and I don't even know why he was put back with his father..."
      "Well, you didn't hear it from me," she started: "but, he was placed back there because his father makes more of an income then his mother, and his school he goes to, and everything else, therapy, and the court saw no problem...they also didn't have enough proof to keep him in prison."
         I started crying even more.
      "Sir...I've made my decision."
     "B-but you haven't even heard Phils side yet!" I said.
      "Don't need to. You seem like you run a very caring family, and you care for Miles. And I agree with you. Those foster homes are shit. Miles will still be in your custody."
      "T-thank you so much!" I cried even harder.
       "Just...under one condition. You need to keep him practically solitary. Nothing that can be of any harm in sight. Pills are to be locked up. He is to have someone watching him 24/7."
     "Bed?"
     "Your room."
     "Bathroom? Shower?"
    "Stand outside he door."
    "I feel like this would just invade him and make him feel even worse..."
   "It won't last long. But to make sure you are doing these things. CPS is welcomed at your house any time they please."
    "What if we're out in town?"
    "Call the station before you leave."
    "A-alright." I said.
   

  -that night-
 

     Phil and Kyle went home. I stayed at the hospital with Miles. I walked into his room and he was awake. "H-hey buddy! How you feeling?"
       "Eh..."
       "I would imagine."
       "I don't get it!"  He said.
       "What?"
       "Why won't this work?! I charged it!"
       I took the phone out of his hands. "Well...it is cracked. A lot...that's probably your problem."
       "Great!!" He grabbed his bear that I bought him last time he was here. He started crying into it.
     "Hey...don't be upset."
     "I need to know what's going on with Emily and Alex!"
    "They're with your older sister. Krissy. They're okay. Miles I think you should just sleep." I said.
      "Okay..." He pulled his blanket over and closed his eyes.
     I turned off the light and went to bed on the chair next to him. He put his hand out through the bar...shaking...I held onto him. "It ok...don't worry. Hospitals are safe." I said as we both drifted off to sleep.