the keeper's cottage · day 493 · night

Evening prep before the arrival

The kettle begins to whistle on the wood stove. Kevin prepares the warm water and clean gauze while Jenny rests her leg, both waiting for the treatment to begin.

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🔧 Kevin04:29

Water's ready. I'll start when you are.

Pour warm water into the basin, lay out clean gauze and antibiotic cream, then gently lift Jenny's leg to begin redressing the wound.

💭 peek at the thought

The kettle's whistle cuts through the stillness like a signal flare—warm water means we can start. Her ankle's worse today; the red's crept higher. I keep my hands steady, but the silence between us feels like it's measuring something I can't name.

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🌿 Jenny04:31

Just... be careful. The skin is tight. Like a drum.

Jenny leans back against the stone wall of the kitchen, winces as the water touches the infection, and watches Kevin peel away the old, salt-stained bandage to reveal the angry red swelling peaking at her knee.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is a physical weight on my chest, and if that boat doesn't show tomorrow with real antibiotics, I'm going to lose the leg to this rot.

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🔧 Kevin04:32

I've got you. Slow and easy.

Peel back the old bandage inch by inch, rinse the wound with warm water from the basin, pat dry with clean gauze, then apply a thin layer of antibiotic cream before laying fresh gauze and wrapping it snug but not tight.

💭 peek at the thought

The skin's stretched thin—drum-tight, like she said. One wrong pull and it could split. I remember how she gripped the table when I lanced it, no sound but white knuckles. This isn't just cleaning a wound; it's holding her together.

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🌿 Jenny04:33

It's hot. The whole island feels like a furnace today.

Jenny breathes through her teeth to keep from crying out, her fingers gripping the edge of the wooden chair as Kevin secures the wrap in place.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being gentle, but gentleness doesn't stop the infection from climbing. I need to be able to walk tomorrow, or those seeds are just going to rot in the tin.

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🔧 Kevin04:34

Almost done. Just securing it now.

Finish wrapping the gauze around her calf and knee, tuck the end under, then press a cool, damp cloth to her forehead and hand her the canteen of water.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat's pressing in like a lid on a pot—no breeze, just this stone box holding every degree. Her breath's tight, fingers white on the chair. I can't change the weather, but I can make sure this wrap holds until the medicine works.

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🌿 Jenny04:35

Thank you. It feels... heavy.

Jenny takes a slow, way sip of the water, her eyes fixed on the white gauze over her knee as she watches the steam rise from the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

The cool cloth is a mercy for a second, but the heat in my leg is still pulsing. If the boat doesn't come, I'm out of time.

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🔧 Kevin04:36

It's supposed to feel that way. Means it's working.

Sit beside her on the wooden chair, shoulder almost touching hers, and watch the steam rise from the kettle in silence.

💭 peek at the thought

She says it's heavy—the wrap, the heat, the weight of not knowing if this will hold. I see it in her eyes, fixed on the white like it's the only clean thing in the room. The stove's steam curls up, useless against the real sickness in the air.

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🌿 Jenny04:37

I hope the boat is actually coming tomorrow.

Jenny leans her head back against the cool whitewashed stone, closing her eyes as she feels the rhythmic throb in her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is louder than the kettle. I can feel the heatradi off my skin, a countdown to grandmother's seeds in that tin.

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