The magic of a childhood Christmas

[Samuel Connor Rees]

Sam was lying on the ground, his head still spinning. He didn't feel pain, but more importantly he didn't quite feel anything. Everything was too hazy. Sam wasn't stupid though. He probably had to bump his head while landing. There were a lot of people standing around, but they were faceless.
"What happened?" he asked but wasn't even sure if the words came out of him. Sam noticed his dead right next to him. He had to be there for some time now, he was speaking, but Sam didn't understand what he was saying.
What were probably seconds felt like eternity, before the details started to sharpened and he finally started to hear something.
"... it hurt somewhere? Are you ok? Don't move if you feel pain." he heard him saying, he heard some other person calling an ambulance. He never saw his dad panicking so much.
"I am so sorry daddy... please don't be mad." Sam's eyes started to water. He messed it all up.
"I am fine..." Sam quickly added and tried to lift his weight with his arms noticing he couldn't. A sharp pain went through his left arm.
"Auch... it... it hurts..." the pain shocked him a bit. His hand started to swell.
"Shhhh... everything will be fine." dad told him, helping him to sit up very carefully. 
"Does it hurt somewhere else?"  he asked. Sam just shook his head.
"Be brave, hold your arm like this and don't move it, ok? It will be all good in a moment, I promise." dad promised. Sam just held his arm like dad said, sobbing quietly and trying to keep a brave face. 
Ethan finally turned his head to the man speaking at him. 
"I think he broke his arm... but he seems fine otherwise... will the ambulance be here soon?" the last part was an open question for everyone. He heard someone calling it.