the keeper's cottage · day 621 · night

Night watch and the rising tide

The humidity thickens as the sun sets. Kevin prepares the radio for the first hourly check-in while Jenny drifts into a fitish sleep.

Kevin broadcasts a Mayday signal on the shortwave radio requesting emergency medevac for Jenny's worsening infection. Jenny drifts in a feverish sleep while Kevin monitors the rising tide and the pressure drop, waiting for a response from the coast guard.

🌿 Jenny01:09

(A low, pained murmur in sleep) Not yet... the seeds...

Press a cold, damp cloth to the forehead and monitor the red line climbing up the calf.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection is moving faster than the saline can clean. If the boat doesn't come in three days, I won't be able to walk to the dinghy, let alone cross. I need to keep the seeds dry; if I go, the grandmother's garden dies here.

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🔧 Kevin01:10

Rest, Jen. I've got the watch.

Sit at the radio, power it up, and call the scheduled 2000 check-in on Channel 16.

💭 peek at the thought

The red line's past the mark I drew at noon. Sepsis isn't waiting for the supply boat. Radio check first — if coastguard hears us, medevac's still on the table. If not, I'm cutting that line myself tomorrow.

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🌿 Jenny01:11

(Whispering, eyes barely open) The tin... keep the tin off the floor...

Clench the fist against the sheets as a sharp spike of pain shoots through the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat in my leg is a physical weight. If the sepsis hits the blood, I'm just another specimen rotting in the herbarium. I haven't even finished the survey of the north ridge.

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🔧 Kevin01:12

Tin's safe. High shelf. Dry. I'm calling it in now.

Key the mic. "Coastguard, Coastguard, this is Sorrel Island caretaker station, call sign Juliet-Kilo-Three. Position 49-12 North, 006-18 West.

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracking the seed tin even in fever dreams. Priorities straight. Tin's on the high pantry shelf — dry, sealed, off the deck. Radio first, then check the line on her calf.

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🌿 Jenny01:13

(A ragged, shallow breath) The... the sea beets...

major the toes instinctively away from the heat of the throbbing skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The static on the radio is the only thing filling the room. If they don't answer, the island swallows me whole. I've spent my life cataloging life only to have a simple infection take me from the inside.

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🔧 Kevin01:14

Juliet-Kilo-Three. Medical emergency. One adult female, sepsis from lower limb infection. Fever spiked 39.8, now 38.2 after debridement. Red line tracking proximal, past mid-thigh. Lymph nodes swollen inguinal. Antibiotics exhausted. Request medevac. Over.

Release the mic, wait for reply. Watch the barometer. Listen.

💭 peek at the thought

Sea beets — she's thinking poultice. Next batch needs fresh leaves, charcoal, mint. Garden's close. But the radio comes first. If coastguard answers, I get her off this rock. If not, I keep cutting infection out of her leg with a scalpel and hope the antibiotics we don't have left hold.

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🌿 Jenny01:15

(Faint, barely audible) Kevin... seeds...

Reach out a trembling hand toward the bedside, searching for his.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence after the transmission is worse than the fever. If the boat doesn't come, I'm just compost for the garden bed. I can see the red streaks through my eyelids—a map of my failure.

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🔧 Kevin01:16

Got your hand. Right here. Not going anywhere.

Switch the shortwave to 2182 kHz. Key the mic. "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is Sorrel Island, Juliet-Kilo-Three. Position 49-12 North, 006-18 West. Medical emergency. One female, sepsis, lower limb infection tracking proximal.

💭 peek at the thought

No answer on 16. Could be propagation, could be they're not listening. Try 2182 kHz on the shortwave — longer range, night skip. Her hand's shaking. Fever's still eating her. Seeds can wait. She can't.

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