the keeper's cottage · day 348 · evening

The Fever Rises

The tide is higher now, lapping at the pilings. The air inside is thick with the smell of salt and antiseptic.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🔧 Kevin06:47

You need water. I'll bring the canteen.

walk to the porch and fill the canteen from the rain tank, then set it on the table beside her

💭 peek at the thought

The tide's pushing harder against the dock than it was at noon. If the mooring ring mortise is going to move, it'll be now. Should check it before dark, but Jenny's fever hasn't broken and she's not eating. Can't leave her alone long.

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🌿 Jenny06:47

I'm okay.

Jenny reaches for the canteen with trembling fingers and takes a small, slow sip.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm too tired to even hold the cup, and the water probably tastes like plastic.

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🔧 Kevin06:49

Fever's up. Hands are shaking. That's not okay.

press the back of my hand to her forehead, then reach for the cold pack warming on the shelf

💭 peek at the thought

She's not okay. The tremor in her hands isn't just fatigue — it's the fever climbing again. Calf to knee by noon, now the shaking. Antibiotics should've turned the corner by day three. They haven't.

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🌿 Jenny06:49

It's just the heat.

Jenny flinches away from the touch, her jaw tightening as she stares at the table.

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His hand is so cold against my skin, and it makes me want to cry.

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🔧 Kevin06:51

Heat doesn't make a red line crawl up your leg.

take the cold pack from the shelf and wrap it in a clean cloth, then set it against her swollen ankle without asking

💭 peek at the thought

She's pulling away because she knows I'm right, not because I'm wrong. The flinch, the jaw — she's fighting something she can't name. Pride, maybe. Fear. The same thing that kept me from calling Tom for fifteen years. Let her have the moment. But the cold pack goes on that ankle whether she likes it or not.

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🌿 Jenny06:51

I know what it looks like.

Jenny pulls her leg back instinctively, a sharp hiss catching in her teeth as the cold hits the inflamed skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he can fix this like a loose bolt or a stubborn Yanmar engine.

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🔧 Kevin06:53

Then you know I'm not leaving it alone.

hold the cold pack in place with one hand, steady on her ankle, and reach for the notebook with the other to check the last temperature entry

💭 peek at the thought

She knows. She's documented every millimetre in that notebook — she knows better than me. But knowing and accepting are different waters. The hiss tells me the inflammation's deep, hot, spreading. Antibiotics aren't reaching it. Or it's resistant. Or there's something deeper — an abscess, a foreign body, bone involvement. I'm a mechanic, not a medic. My tools are torque wrenches and feeler gauges, not scalpels and IV lines. The coast guard said maybe three days. Her leg might not have three days.

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🌿 Jenny06:53

way... leave it.

Jenny turns her face away, eyes fixed on the half-weeds garden through the window.

💭 peek at the thought

If he keeps looking at me like that, I'm going to lose my mind.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.