the keeper's cottage · day 584 · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin crouched beside Jenny on the porch while she unwrapped her ankle, revealing spreading redness and darkening edges that the completed antibiotic course failed to stop. He examined the wound carefully, noting heat and inflammation tracking up her calf. The infection is worsening despite treatment.

🌿 Jenny04:41

(A long, heavy sigh as I lean against the porch post.)

Sit on the edge of the porch bench, rubbing the wrapped ankle, and look toward the 400-litre rain tank.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the heat, and I need to check the water level before the sun dips too low.

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🔧 Kevin04:41

Kevin — pour two mugs of water from the tank, set one on the bench beside her, lean against the porch rail facing the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving without the limp now. The ankle's holding. Still, that sigh carries weight — something she's not saying, or something she's deciding whether to say. Tank's full. Water's not the worry. Let her find the words.

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🌿 Jenny04:43

Thanks.

Reach for the mug and take a slow sip, watching the way he leans against the rail, his back to the weeds of the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

He does this—the silent provision. He gives me water but won't give me a conversation that doesn't involve a torque wrench.

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🔧 Kevin04:43

Tank's full. Yanmar held at load. Seed tin's in the dry bag, lashed forward.

Take a sip from my mug, eyes still on the garden beds — tomato stakes standing straight, shade cloth tight, the sea beet fringe green at the edges.

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching me watch the garden. Knows I see the weeds. Knows I meant to build something there and didn't. The silence stretches different now — not empty, just... waiting.

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🌿 Jenny04:46

Right.

Set the mug down slowly, fingers tracing the rim where mint poultice had left white flecks.

💭 peek at the thought

The tin's in the dry bag—good. But what good is a tin of dead seeds when the soil waits for nothing?

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🔧 Kevin04:46

Kevin — set my mug down on the rail. Turn to face her properly, weight shifting off the heel that still aches when the barometer drops. Wait.

💭 peek at the thought

She's stalling. Or choosing. The mint flecks on the mug — she noticed. Notices everything. The ankle's healed enough she could walk off this porch right now. The question is whether she will.

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🌿 Jenny04:48

The infection isn't clearing the way it should. The antibiotics are done, but the redness is still spreading. The infection isn't clearing the way it should. The antibiotics are done, but the redness is still spreading.

Shift my weight from the good foot to the bandaged one, feeling the throb pulse against the gauze. </think>THOUGHT: He's waiting.

💭 peek at the thought

He's waiting. Still giving me space to say what I cannot.

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🔧 Kevin04:48

Show me.

Step off the rail, crouch beside the bench, hands already reaching for the wrap — careful, practiced, giving her space to pull away if she needs to.

💭 peek at the thought

The red line. I saw it yesterday when I changed the dressing — tracked two fingers past the last mark. She didn't say. Kept walking. Kept working. The doxycycline and metronidazole courses are both finished. No more blister packs in the kit. She's telling me now because she can't hide it anymore, not because she wants to worry me.

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🌿 Jenny04:50

It's... it's more than the infection. It's... it's more than the infection.

Unwrap the gauze slowly, letting him see the inflamed skin, the darkening edges, then pull it back before he can touch. </think> Unwrap the gauze slowly, letting him see the inflamed skin, the darkening edges, then pull it back before he ca

💭 peek at the thought

He sees the lines, the heat, the way the poultice is barely containing it. But he doesn't see the fear underneath — the fear that I'm not just sick, I'm breaking. He sees the lines, the heat, the way the poultice is barely containing it. But he doesn't see the fear underneath — the fear that I'm not just sick, I'm breaking.

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🔧 Kevin04:50

Jen. Let me see.

Stay crouched, hands open on my knees. Don't reach. Don't crowd. Wait for her to offer the foot again.

💭 peek at the thought

She pulled back. Fast. Like she expected me to flinch, or like she couldn't bear me seeing it proper. The glimpse I caught — dark edges, heat radiating, the kind of spread that doesn't stop at skin. Not just infection anymore. Could be necrotising. Could be the bone. She's been walking on it all morning. The throb she mentioned — that's deep.

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