A/N: okay everyone who is reading this, i finally managed to update yayy i just want to say that i love you all because i dont think ive told you guys how much your support means to me aww ( im getting so emotional dont cry kienna dont cry ) okay right, anyways i personally dont like this chapter at all because i hate seeing both dan and phil apart so i decided to split it into two parts

enjoy my dearies xx

~Time skip~

Dan

It's been weeks since Dan had last seen Phil. The pain of having no idea what they might have been even doing to Phil broke his heart everyday. Dan continued to search and search day by day but he couldn't find one single thing about the doctor. The more he got his hopes up from thinking he'd found something, it just came back to disappoint him.
Today, though, Dan had been researching yet again on one of the laptops in a local library. He had given up everything to care for Phil, meaning he had no money or phone or even laptop anymore. He sold everything and used the money to help fund for Phil's MRIs and surgeries.

When he finally managed to dig something up in his research, he found a picture and a small article about a runaway doctor whom kidnaps patients to experiment on them. When Dan had seen the picture of the man, he knew immediately it was the doctor who took Phil. The article explained how the doctor manages to kill all of the patients he keeps captive. Dan's stomach dropped at the thought of his baby, being tortured and experimented on, but he shook the image out of his head. He couldn't let his feelings get in the way. He had to stay strong for Phil in order to find him. And he was not going to let this doctor kill Phil.

With that, Dan found a phone number of a person who would explain more if anyone had witnessed the doctor. He felt his hopes rising at the fact that he might actually get his baby back. The person must've known some information about the doctor if they left a number to call on the article.

Using a phone from inside the library, Dan called the number. He heard the endless ringing across the line, his temper being lost by ever ring he heard. Finally, Dan heard a scratchy voice answer with a simple "Hello".

"Um, yes. I'm calling about the 'doctor' article. I had witnessed the doctor. In fact, my Phil was taken away from me and into the doctors care. I was wondering if you have any idea on where he might be?" Dan asked, trying hard to keep the emotions hidden behind his voice.

"Oh." The voice managed out, and that was all that was said.

A flare of anger shot through Dan. His Phil was suffering in the care of that doctor and all that person had said to him was an "Oh."

"Well aren't you going to do anything about it?! Tell me where the hell he is?! Tell me anything?" Dan shot back angrily, this time letting all the emotions flood out into his voice. Tear by tear escaped his eyes as he waited for a response.

"I'm sorry, kid. We don't have very much information about him. We don't know where the place he is keeping his patients. All we know is that he is located somewhere down south in an abandoned building. But if you have any information about him, we'd appreciate if you'd tell us."

Dan gripped onto the Phone and slammed it back down onto the receiver. He was going out to find Phil no matter how dangerous it may be. No matter the fact that he had no information. He was going to find Phil.

Phil

Everyday Phil feared for his life. The doctor throughout the days had been shoving shots inside of him, making him feel dizzy, sick, and even in pain. It seemed to Phil the doctor was growing angrier and angrier and he didn't know why. He was scared. When he didn't respond to something the doctor asked him, he would be punished with a slap to the face, another shot or worse. Of course he cried and cried for Dan, but it was no use. The doctor had told him Dan gave up on him. That he should forget about him. Phil was indeed starting to forget about Dan. He was starting to lose his memory, which the doctor told him was a good thing. Although he could still remember the comforting brown sparkle in Dan's eyes. The sound of his soothing voice that would sing him to sleep most nights. He couldn't forget about the little things. He never could.

Phil was yet again passed out by a shot the day before, leading him to a dark, silenced sleep. When he awoke, he saw the doctor standing over him. "Philip, I'm glad to see you're finally up." The doctor said cheerfully, letting loose one of the restraints.

Today particularly, the doctor had told Phil he would finally be able to get off the restraints that held him to the table. To Phil's relief, the doctor also said Phil was doing well, and being good. Meaning he was able to have some kind of freedom and that hopefully, Phil wouldn't get hurt.

Phil didn't have much energy left, which was why the doctor let him up in the first place. He couldn't fight the doctor anyways and the doctor knew it. He was too intimidating and strong to fight. Phil wished he could be strong like how he remembered Dan was.

Struggling to get up from the stiffness in his body, he felt a slap blow to his already red cheeks. The pain stung horribly on his already sensitive face. Phil had to hold back the tears as his blue eyes looked up to the doctor in confusion. He couldn't cry in front of the doctor or else he would only get punished more.

"You thank me Philip for letting you up. The past patients I had never got to leave this table. The only reason I'm doing this is because I like you, Philip." The doctor gave him a smile, but Phil just fell limp against the table. He couldn't get up even if he tried.

"T-t-thank y-you." Phil obeyed to what the doctor had wanted, even though he was still laying flat against the table.

The doctor reacted, putting a hand under Phil's back and pushing his rag doll-like body up so he was now in a sitting position. "Good boy." The doctor said, letting his fingers trail down Phil's abused body and down to his feet. "Now let me just loosen these restraints and then you'll be free. Well, not really free, but free from the table at least." The doctor laughed, undoing the restraints and lifting Phil's long legs over the table.

"D-don't hurt m-me anymore.." Phil begged, his eyes half open and blurry from the tears. "P-please."

The doctor face twisted with rage, and Phil could see he had said something that made the doctor upset.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do." The doctor spat through clenched teeth, lifting a fist over to Phil's stomach. Phil whimpered and shut his eyes tightly, preparing for the pain to start.

Before the doctor could throw a punch to Phil's stomach, he heard a hard, cold knock on the door to the locked room, leaving Phil and the doctor both in a daze. No one ever interrupted the doctor. Ever.