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

Im sorry phil

         (Trigger warning)

    Phil's POV:

       "Dan?" I ask as I look around the house. "Danny??" I go to Molly's room. "Molly, have you seen your father?"
         "I don't know, have I?" She asks back.
        "Listen, I know you're still mad at me, but this attitude needs to stop."
         She rolls her eyes and closes the door on me. "Sorry sweet pie, but I'm on that certain week."
         I gag a bit before walking away. I check Kyle's room, but see him taking a nap.
      I grab my phone call him. I hear the ringing. I follow the sound and make my way to the laundry room. I open up the door to find Dan curled up in a ball on the washing machine. 
      "What is this, Dan? A new form of an existential crisis?" I ask while climbing on top of the washing machine.
        He shrugs before whipping away his tears. "Sweetie." I pull him close and kiss his cheek. "Can you talk to me please?"
      "I-I just feel...worthless. Like I can't do anything." He speaks quietly.
       "How so?"
       "Like, I need oxygen! I need to take my medicine! My dad is always treating me like a kid about my blood pressure. Molly is growing up and ignoring me!"
       "Well...you only need your oxygen at night now. I'll talk to your dad. And Molly is just being a regular teenage girl."
       "Papa!" She starts to shout from her room. "I need more tampons!"
       "Ugh." I roll my eyes. "Noted!" I shout back.
       Dan giggles a bit and rolls down his sleeves.
      "Wow, way to make it obvious, Daniel. Give me your wrists." I demand.
      He grunts before slowly moving his wrist over to me. I gently hold them in my hand and roll up his sleeves. "Sweetie." I trace over his scars with my finger. "Why?" I ask.
        "I already told you."
        "Baby. One of these days, Kyle is going to find those, ask, and that's isn't going to go well. Need to remind you, you already tried to do it in-front of him." I sigh and kiss the tip of his nose.
         "Yeah, I know." He pulls back his wrists.
       "Whoa. Whoa. Not so fast." I take his wrist back. "These look a little old...but...you wouldn't be so scared of them if you hadn't done something recently."
        "I-I'm Fine." He says in defense, as if I were on to something. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to our room. "Phil!!" He whines as I lock the door.
        I rip off his shirt and throw it on the bed. He starts to giggle. "Is this what we're doing now?"
         I gently slap him. "No!" I get on my knees. "And we're not doing that either! Don't even think about it!" I say as I move his hands from his belt.
        I start to stare at his stomach before spotting some. I trace my finger over them. "Brand new."
        He whimpers and pushes me away before lying on the bed. "Dan!" I stand up. "You can't keep doing this to your self!" I shout before sighing. I looked into his puppy eyes before rolling mine.
       "Fine. But only because Kyle is taking a nap!" I scold.
      I rip off my shirt and climb on top of Dan. He giggles and starts to pull me towards him ."Hi daddy." He smiles and kisses me over and over again, I reached over for the luge and turned it off before continuing.