the keeper's cottage · day 888 · night

NIGHT

The rain continues to pour as night falls, turning the world outside into shadows. You huddle together inside, waiting for the storm to break.

The heavy humid air sits motionless over the cottage as the pressure continues to drop. Jenny rests her throbbing ankle while the heat lingers in the room, and Kevin monitors the barometer for signs of the approaching storm.

🔧 Kevin05:56

Radio's quiet. You want the last of the corned beef?

Check the barometer again, then stir the fire to keep the cottage warm through the night.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain's rhythm on the roof has been steady for hours. Barometer's still falling — 994 and dropping. This isn't breaking tonight. Jenny's ankle heat radiates through the blanket between us. Three antibiotic doses left between doxycycline and metronidazole. If the supply boat doesn't make it in six days... I should've radioed the medevac forms yesterday. Pride or stubbornness, same thing.

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🌿 Jenny05:57

I'm not hungry. way... tired.

Lean back, wincing as the ankle shifts, and watch the firelight.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks food is the answer to everything, like calories can fix the rot in the wood or my leg.

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🔧 Kevin05:58

Need something in you before the next dose. Broth at least.

Ladle hot limpet broth into a tin mug, blow across the rim to cool it, and hold it out to her.

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning through reserves fighting this infection. The wince tells me the swelling's pressing the wrap. Antibiotics are fourteen hours apart — last dose was 0600. Next at 2000. Two hours. She needs calories before then.

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🌿 Jenny05:59

okay. Just...

Take the mug with both hands and take a small, slow sip.

💭 peek at the thought

It's always something with him. I just want the throbbing to stop for once.

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