07-18-2018, 09:36 PM
Sam remembered little from the entire ordeal. He went to the hospital with the hand still hurting, his dad was with him the entire way. Once they arrived to the hospital they helped him changed into some hospital clothes and then they took him to a big clean looking room and after that? Nothing. He woke up in a hospital room with his hand in a cast. His arm still hurt, but less. For the briefest moment he panicked, before noticing his dad sleeping in a chair. He probably sat there the entire night. Had to be, because there was daylight coming in from the window. He really didn't want to wake his daddy up, partially because he was afraid, that he will be angry at him.
It felt like a long time, though it was probably just a half an hour before a nurse came in.
"Good morning, how do you feel?" she asked him quietly, so not to disturb his sleeping dad.
"Hello" he answered a bit sheepishly. "My hand hurt a bit." he said.
She nodded, it was understandable. He landed badly on his hand, fracturing it spirally. It seemed like he will have the cast for at least a month, if not longer. She just ended up assuring him, that the pain will go away soon and that someone will bring him some breakfast shortly.
"Are you fine, Sammy? Does it hurt?" dad asked once the nurse left. Her arrival had to woke him up.
"Morning daddy. It hurts only a little. I am so sorry daddy." he said sadly. He understood that he made daddy worried.
"The most important thing is, that you'll be fine. They should let us leave today, we will take a taxi home. We have Christmas to prepare to after all." he said. He wasn't angry at all, just worried.
It took some time before they got back home. By that time the pain was mostly gone and Sam was back to his cheerful self. The cast on his hand barely bothered him and he pretended like it was a battle wound. They had a lot of things to do, things that they should've done yesterday. And since Sammy was even smaller help then usual it was one hell of a hectic day, especially if they wanted to be at the party in time. But surely enough, when the party was about the start they both arrived. Fashionably early... if such thing even existed
It felt like a long time, though it was probably just a half an hour before a nurse came in.
"Good morning, how do you feel?" she asked him quietly, so not to disturb his sleeping dad.
"Hello" he answered a bit sheepishly. "My hand hurt a bit." he said.
She nodded, it was understandable. He landed badly on his hand, fracturing it spirally. It seemed like he will have the cast for at least a month, if not longer. She just ended up assuring him, that the pain will go away soon and that someone will bring him some breakfast shortly.
"Are you fine, Sammy? Does it hurt?" dad asked once the nurse left. Her arrival had to woke him up.
"Morning daddy. It hurts only a little. I am so sorry daddy." he said sadly. He understood that he made daddy worried.
"The most important thing is, that you'll be fine. They should let us leave today, we will take a taxi home. We have Christmas to prepare to after all." he said. He wasn't angry at all, just worried.
It took some time before they got back home. By that time the pain was mostly gone and Sam was back to his cheerful self. The cast on his hand barely bothered him and he pretended like it was a battle wound. They had a lot of things to do, things that they should've done yesterday. And since Sammy was even smaller help then usual it was one hell of a hectic day, especially if they wanted to be at the party in time. But surely enough, when the party was about the start they both arrived. Fashionably early... if such thing even existed