the keeper's cottage · day 882 · morning

DAWN DAY 883

Kevin finds Jenny in the cottage as the sky thickens further. The air is heavy with the promise of rain.

Kevin and Jenny spend the morning preparing for the supply boat's arrival in two days. Kevin focuses on the cottage shutter to stop the internal dampness while Jenny manages her wound and organizes remaining supplies.

🔧 Kevin15:41

Jenny, get over here. The trenches need sealing before the rain hits.

walk up to the cottage and pull her toward the garden trench

💭 peek at the thought

The air's holding its breath, like before a squall hits the deck.

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🌿 Jenny15:42

Stop it! Get your hands off me!

Yank arm away and lean heavily against the doorframe, clutching the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's pulling me. He's actually pulling me. Does he not see the sweat on my face or the way my leg is pulsing? He's so blinded by his trenches he's forgotten I'm sick.

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🔧 Kevin15:43

Your ankle's weeping. The antibiotics aren't holding. I need to change the dressing and get you to the porch where I can see the sky.

step back, hands open, and move to the medical kit on the shelf

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning up. The fever's back and she's fighting me instead of the storm.

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🌿 Jenny15:45

Fine... just do it. Don't talk about the garden.

way heavily on the kitchen chair, wincing as I lift the swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the infection, I can feel the heat radiating off the skin. I'm so tired of being the only one who notices how much everything is falling apart.

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🔧 Kevin15:45

The tarp corners need weighing down now - the barometer's dropping faster than it was an hour ago.

lift her ankle and carry her to the porch chair while securing the garden tarp corners with the timber battens

💭 peek at the thought

She's running out of patience and I'm running out of time.

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🌿 Jenny15:46

I'm not a sack of seed, Kevin.

Sink into the porch chair and close eyes, shivering despite the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He's treating me like a piece of equipment to be moved. He doesn't even look at the wound properly, just sees a task to be managed.

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