the keeper's cottage · day 618 · evening

Evening Storm Prep

Kevin and Jenny meet in the cottage as the tide begins to turn. The pressure drops slightly, signaling the coming front.

The incision on Jenny's leg was successfully drained, releasing significant pressure and providing immediate relief from the pain, though the fever remains high and the lymphatic spread has already reached the upper thigh. The medevac request remains unacknowledged on the radio, and the storm front is closing in as rain continues to lash against the cottage.

🌿 Jenny22:03

The way is dropping. We need to check the radio before the wind picks up.

Trace the edge of the red line with a trembling finger and wince at the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

The tracking is moving faster today. If I don't get those seeds in, I won't even be able to walk to the garden.

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🔧 Kevin22:03

Radio's working. Aerial held. I'll run a check on the hour.

walk into the cottage and set the kettle on the stove, then lift the shortwave's handset and tune to the trust's frequency

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the line creep. I can see it from here — angry red fingers marching up past the calf. The barometer's telling the same story. Storm and sepsis both closing in.

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🌿 Jenny22:07

Tell them the infection is tracking upward. The tank is nearly full.

Reach for the notebook to sketch the latest pattern of the lymphatic spread.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come in six days, I won't be strong enough to even hold the scalpel.

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🔧 Kevin22:07

Trust frequency. This is Sorrel Island. Jenny's leg — cellulitis tracking above knee now. Lymphatic spread. Antibiotics eight days in, no arrest. Barometer 1007 rising but front due tonight. Water tank full. Food stores adequate. Requesting medevac guidance. Over.

hold the handset clear of the shattered aerial, wait for the crackle of reply, and watch Jenny's hand move across the page

💭 peek at the thought

She wants them to know how bad it is. Fair. They need the truth if they're sending a boat or a helicopter. The tank's the one thing going right — 400 litres and the rain still falling.

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🌿 Jenny22:09

Tell them we need more than just guidance. The storm is coming early.

Press the cold poultice against the burning skin and bite the lip to keep from screaming.

💭 peek at the thought

The red line is moving faster than the sketch. If it hits the hip, I'll never see those seeds in the ground.

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🔧 Kevin22:09

Trust, Sorrel Island. Medevac request formal. Patient female, 38, sepsis lower limb tracking femoral. Temperature 39.2. Conscious but deteriorating. Sea state building force 7, gusting 9 by midnight. Window closing. Need extraction decision now. Over.

keep the handset keyed, knuckles white on the mic, the static eating the silence between words

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. Guidance doesn't cut flesh or fly helicopters. The barometer's lying — 1007 and rising but the sky's bruising purple west. They know what a dropping barometer means in the Biscay. They'll hear it in my voice.

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🌿 Jenny22:11

They aren't answering. The island is taking us.

Grab the scalpel with a shaking hand and lean over the leg to cut at the edge of the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

The tracking is reaching the thigh. If the boat doesn't come now, my grandmother's seeds will rot in that tin with me.

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🔧 Kevin22:11

Put the blade down. I'll do it. You hold the leg still.

take the scalpel from her grip, wipe it on the alcohol-soaked gauze, and position the point at the tightest, whitest stretch of skin above the knee where the pus wants to break

💭 peek at the thought

No answer. The ionosphere's eating the signal or the trust's radio's dead. She's going to cut herself open on a porch in a hurricane because nobody heard us. My hands know this work — I've done it on rolling decks with worse light and no antibiotics left.

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🌿 Jenny22:13

way do it. Don't let me watch.

Clench the edge of the bedframe and squeeze eyes shut, waiting for the steel.

💭 peek at the thought

The pain is a white noise. If he cuts too deep, I won't be able to walk the garden.

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🔧 Kevin22:13

Breathing. Slow. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I'm starting.

drive the scalpel point into the fluctuant center of the abscess, let the pressure release, then widen the incision with a clean sweep to drain the joint capsule fully

💭 peek at the thought

She's trusting me with the only thing that matters. My hands are steady — they've always been steady, engines, wounds, storms. The pus is ready. It wants out.

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