The magic of a childhood Christmas

[Samuel Connor Rees]

The haze was finally gone but with it came the pain. It was bearable as long as he didn't move even a little. Even the slightest move shot strong impulses of pain from his hand. But his daddy was there with him, holding him, comforting him. Somehow, it almost seemed worth it, in a strange sense. He heard his daddy talking to some lady, thanking her for something before he turned his gaze back to Sam.
"Don't worry Sammy, the ambulance will be here soon and then everything will be fine, just stay brave, ok?" his dad said with a calming voice. 
Sam just nodded slowly, trying his best to keep the tears in, only sobbing quietly. Thanks to all the pain he completely forgot about Stephen! 
"B...but what about Stephen? I wanted to invite him to come and play with me, with us..." he said, not realizing, that his dad had no idea who Stephen is. Sam was quite sad about that. He finally made a friend and it everything went downhill because of... this. 
Fortunately, Ethan wasn't stupid and easily put two and two together. 
"Don't worry about that now. Once you are out of hospital we will ask this Stephen to come over and you can play all you want. Deal?" at this moment he would probably promise his son everything, to keep as calm as possible. 
"Deal." Sam tried to smile, though the pain changed his smile into a weird smirk instead. 
Fortunately, there was a sound of an ambulance in distance, getting louder every moment.