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

Home sweet home

       (Let's take a shot every time I use the word slowly)
    Dan's POV:

         "Alright. Slow and steady, Dan." Dad helps me by holding my arm as I walk up the stairs.
         "I-it...h-hurts." I say.
         "You've been in a hospital bed for 2 months, Dan. You need to wake up your body." He smiles.
           We eventually made it up stairs. Dad unlocked the apartment. Everyone was on the couch. Holding presents and smiling at me.
       "H-hi." I said slowly.
      "Come sir with us." Mum pats the couch. I slowly make my way over there with help from dad. "T-thanks..." He helps me down and puts my crutches by the table, in arms reach.  
          "Open mine first daddy!" Kyle smiles and hands me a present.
         I chuckle and slowly take he present. "T-thank you." I slowly open the present. My hands are...shaky. I open the present and reveal a cement block with Kyle's hand print. "It's beautiful Kyle." I smile and kiss his head.
        After all the presents, everyone tries to help out. 
        "Do you need water?" Mum asks.
       "No."
       "Are you hungry?" Asks Phil.
      "No."
      "Do you want an extra pillow or blanket?" Alex.
      "No."
     I finally had enough.
      "Just stop!" I quickly sat up and grabbed my crutches, slowly gaining balance.
     "Here Dan, let me help you." Dad says.
     "No! I can fucking do it my self." I said. My family knows I hate being taken care of.
      Sure it's nice to have people help, like when Phil helps me when I'm sick. But I don't want to seem like I'm weak.
      I slowly go to my room and climb under the covers, putting my cannula on and slowly falling asleep.
        After my nap, it was dinner. We all sat at the table, eating something my mum made. It was my favorite.
       I picked up the fork slowly and shakily. Scooping the food and trying to eat it. My hand shook too much and the food eventually fell off. I threw the fork down and slammed my fist on the table.
       "Dan?" Phil asks. "You okay?"
      "I don't know Philip! Does it look like I'm fucking okay?!" I ask before I immediately start crying.
      "Privacy please." Dad asked before everyone soon left. "Dan, it takes practice."
       "Well I want to eat! Don't I?"
       "I understand that sweetie. But you gotta be patient." He says and kisses my head.
        Soon, everyone comes back in.
        "Hey Kyle." I say. "Watch." I look down at the plate of food before slamming my head down into it and eating it like a dog.
         "Dan." Mum scolds.
        "What? My kid, my house, I need to eat as well." I say and continue on.
       Kyle starts to giggle and puts his fork down before proceeding with the same thing.
        "Well. There goes manners." Phil chuckles. I smile at everyone and then especially at Phil.