the keeper's cottage · day 239 · evening

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The air is thick and humid, clinging to the skin as the pressure continues to drop. Outside, the tide is high, lapping rhythmically against the dock pilings, while inside the cottage, the smell of drying mint and salt air fills the space. The heavy atmosphere hints at an approaching storm.

🔧 Kevin21:14

Kevin — walk into the kitchen, set the kettle on the wood stove, and pull out the clean cloth strips and driftwood splints from the shelf above the radio.

💭 peek at the thought

The air feels heavier now than it did on the dock. My hands still smell of cedar and salt. Jenny's ankle is swelling worse — I saw the purple tracking past her boot lace when she shifted weight. She won't let me near it awake. That means tonight, or not at all.

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🌿 Jenny21:15

Sit down. I'll wrap it properly.

sit on the kitchen chair, leaning my head back against the stone, and watch the kettle start to hiss.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the wind, and I'm too tired to even de-test the engine. He's trying to help, though.

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🔧 Kevin21:16

Right.

Pull out the second kitchen chair, sit facing her, and lay the cloth strips and splints on the table between us. Wait for her to move first.

💭 peek at the thought

She's offering. First time in weeks. The role reversal sits strange in my chest — me standing over her with the splints, her telling me to sit. But the purple tracking up her shin tells me everything I need to know about pride right now.

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🌿 Jenny21:17

It's just a scrape and a deep blister from the rocks.

unlace the boot with shaky fingers, wincing as the leather pulls against the swollen skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's waiting for me to lead the way. I'm so hungry I can barely focus on the laces.

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🔧 Kevin21:18

Mhm.

Reach for the boot heel with both hands, slow, giving her every chance to pull away. Ease the leather back over the swollen ankle without forcing it.

💭 peek at the thought

Scrape and blister don't turn skin that colour. Don't make fingers shake like that. She's lying to both of us, and we both know it. The kettle's whistle starts low in the throat of the stove.

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🌿 Jenny21:19

Careful, the skin is raw.

lift my foot as the boot slides off, exposing the red, chafed skin to the cool kitchen air.

💭 peek at the thought

His hands are steady, mine are shaking. I just want to close my eyes and stop feeling the heat in my skin.

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🔧 Kevin21:20

Hold still.

Dip the clean cloth in the cooling kettle water, wring it out, and gently swab the angry skin — working from toes up toward the calf, mapping the damage with my fingertips.

💭 peek at the thought

Raw skin doesn't swell like a ripe plum. That's bone-deep. Maybe fracture. The chafing from my shoddy splint job did this — my fault. Should've woken her yesterday. Should've done it right the first time.

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🌿 Jenny21:21

It's deep here.

lean back and close my eyes, letting out a long, shaky breath as the cloth touches the blister.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is cold, but it helps the sting. I'm so tired of being the one who has to fix everything.

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