Are they ashamed of their loathsome conduct? No. They have no shame at all; they do not even know how to blush.
So they will fall among the fallen;they will be brought down when they are punished. Says the Lord.
Jeremiah 8:12
Shadows..The dim lights flickered in the room. Sawyer lay atop her bed, shaking. She had managed to clean up most of the wounded areas, and hoped that infection would not worsen. She wanted to call someone but she did not know who she could call. From a distant room she heard Aaron crying. She sighed, and brushed a strand of her blond hair from her face. Claire glanced at Sawyer before departing from the room, making her exit to the babies room.
She had personally chosen the decorations for Aarons room, and had created the atmosphere herself. She was quite proud of her accomplishments. The room, the smallest room in the house, was painted a light baby blue, and had an ocean theme to it. In a way she needed something to remind her of the experiance. They had all learned to call the island home...
Nonchalantly Claire strided over to the cradle and retrieved Aaron from it, holding him close to her for comfort. He stopped crying almost instantly. Emotions flooded her entire being. Emotions that she did not realize she had. Emotions...overwelming. Did she have feelings for Sawyer? Had they always been there? Gently she walked Aaron back and forth across the rooms length. Singing once again the song that had been sung to her many times as a child.
"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away..."