the old shrine · day 617 · evening

The Ridge Stones at Dusk

Kevin and Jenny meet at the stone circle as the first drops of rain fall. The wind picks up, carrying the scent of salt and churning sea.

The humidity thickens as the flat sky turns a bruised purple, the 29°C heat pressing heavy against the old shrine. The tide is steadily rising, lapping rhythmically against the lower pilings of the dock, while Jenny's ankle remains a dull, throbbing heat despite the sea beet poultice having failed to halt the spreading lymphatic tracking.

🔧 Kevin20:57

Back to the cottage. Now.

walk toward the cottage with Jenny, hand on her elbow for support

💭 peek at the thought

Rain's coming in hard. Need to get her back to the cottage before the path turns slick.

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🌿 Jenny20:59

I know. way... help me.

Lean heavily on Kevin, wincing as the weight shifts on the swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is moving. If it hits the joint, I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

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🔧 Kevin20:59

I've got you. Short steps.

adjust grip to take more weight, pace shortened to match her stride, eyes on the path ahead for loose stone and slick root

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning through the antibiotics. Ankle's tracking hot past the calf. Eight days to the boat if it shows.

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🌿 Jenny21:01

Just get me to the table.

Bite my lip to stifle a groan as the ankle brushes an uneven root.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being too careful. I hate being a weight. The skin is burning.

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🔧 Kevin21:01

Porch table. Ten minutes.

steer her up the rising path, boot placement deliberate, free hand clearing a low branch before it catches her face

💭 peek at the thought

Table means the porch. She wants eyes on the garden, the dock, the horizon. Wants to see what's coming.

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🌿 Jenny21:03

way... please.

grip Kevin's arm, fingers white, watching the cottage door through the rain.

💭 peek at the thought

Ten minutes is too long. I can feel the pulse in my calf.

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🔧 Kevin21:03

Almost there.

shoulder the cottage door open, guide her straight to the chair at the porch table, drop the pack and reach for the first aid kit

💭 peek at the thought

Door's close. Get her inside, dry, leg up. Then the kit.

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🌿 Jenny21:05

Take it off. Right now.

Collapse into the chair, letting the leg out toward the table, watching the swollen ankle throb.

💭 peek at the thought

Finally. The bandage is so tight I can barely see the skin anymore.

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