Two days had come and gone since she had seen the news report. Claire now prepared a small lunch for herself and Aaron, and sang quietly the song catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Aaron gurgled happily from his high chair, he played contented with his few simple toys inin front him. Now, Claire brought her peanut butter sandwich from the counter to the table, and handed Aaron a plate of cut up banana slices.
"Mama sing." Cooed the boy. Claire smiled.
"You like that song don't you?" She asked him. Aaron just smiled, his round cheeks more adorable than ever. She sighed inwardly, he looked more and more like his father every day. The memories seeped through her soul, like a stain that would not be washed away. "Ok." So Claire began to sing the lyrics to the familiar lullaby softly.
"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star an? put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day
For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder
Some star-less night
Just in case you feel you wanna? hold her
You?ll have a pocketful of starlight
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star an put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy -----" But she paused. Something had slammed into their front door. Was someone there? They weren't expecting anyone.
"Mama sing." Urged Aaron. Claire feigned a smile, hoping it was convincing for the child. She hated the fact that she let such a little noise bother her. However, after their experience on the island she could never been sure of anything anymore. Claire stood up from her seat, and made her way to the living room. The rain was coming down harder than it had all day.
"Maybe-" She began. "Maybe it was just the wind." She tried to convince her self, but her words were not comforting. The noise came again. She opened the door, but not before grabbing a baseball bat from a corner of the room. She held it up, and swung open the screen door, than the thicker door. Unable to stop herself, she screamed when she saw the limp figure of a man leaning against the wall frame.
"Help-" He coughed. He looked up at her, and Claire gasped.
"Sawyer?" She questioned. Though before giving an answer, the man collapsed, falling face first to the floor. Thoughts swarmed her. What were the chances of him ending up on her door step? What had happened to him. But now, Claire fell to her knees. She lifted him so that she could see his face which was as a pale white color. She had never seen anyone loose so much color in their completion. She saw the blood seeping through his black leather jacket, and gash that he had taken to his abdomen.
"We need to get you to a hospital!" She breathed. She went to stand up, but before she could he grabbed her wrist.
"No hospital." His voice was raspy. "No hospital! They-they'll fin-d" He erupted into a fit of coughing. Claire starred at him dumbfounded. She was no doctor. How was she supposed to take care of him on her own?