the keeper's cottage · day 716 · dawn

The Heavy Air Wait

Grey light sits motionless in the still room as the humidity clings to the stone walls. Jenny sits at the table watching the barometer needle while Kevin checks the level of the water tank outside.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🔧 Kevin11:06

Tank's at three-ninety-four. Barometer holding.

walk back inside and set a mug of water on the table beside her, then check the generator fuel gauge through the window

💭 peek at the thought

Tank's still near full. Good. One less thing. Her eyes on the barometer tell me she's tracking the same pressure I am — steady at 986, but the humidity's wrong for this reading. Feels like the air before a squall, not after. She hasn't asked about the radio silence. Doesn't need to.

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🌿 Jenny11:07

The air is heavy.

Reach out a trembling hand to touch the cool surface of the mug, then close eyes against the pulsing in the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

Three-ninety-four... enough for now, if the boat comes. My head feels like it's being lead.

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🔧 Kevin11:08

Generator's half tank. Enough for days if we're careful.

pull the chair out and sit opposite her, letting the silence settle while I watch her face, then reach for the first aid kit on the shelf

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning through the antibiotics. The tremor's not just fatigue — it's the fever climbing again. Metronidazole's nearly gone. Doxycycline too. Eight days until the boat, if it comes. Need to debride proper today, not just poultice. And the spruce on the path isn't clearing itself.

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🌿 Jenny11:09

I was supposed to survey the south slope.

Lean back against the chair, my breathing shallow and ragged as I watch him reach for the kit.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't even find my way up today. The seeds are rotting in that tin.

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🔧 Kevin11:10

South slope isn't going anywhere. Your ankle is.

open the kit, lay out gauze, scalpel, saline, the last of the antibiotic cream, and the sea beet leaves I de-salted last night, then set the bowl of warm salt water on the table between us

💭 peek at the thought

South slope can wait. The ankle's the only survey that matters today. She's trying to bargain with the work like the island gives credit for intent. It doesn't.

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