the keeper's cottage · day 938 · dawn

Morning routines under falling pressure

Rain hammers the cottage roof and the barometer reads 1020 hPa and falling. Kevin stands at the stove stirring a pot of limpets, sea beet, and corned beef fat while Jenny sits at the table with her notebook, the saline basin and scalpel laid out beside her wrapped ankle. The high tide slaps the dock pilings below the open window.

Kevin debrided Jenny's infected ankle with saline and applied fresh sea beet poultice, noting the red streaks had spread past the previous marker line. Both continued their antibiotic courses — doxycycline and metronidazole — with fourteen days remaining. Jenny ate limpets and broth while Kevin stood watch over the wound care.

🔧 Kevin06:39

Eat first. Then you can poke at it.

ladle two portions of limpets and sea beet into tin mugs, set one in front of Jenny and take the other to the porch rail to eat standing up

💭 peek at the thought

Pot's singing. Good sign. She's got the scalpel out — means she's planning to look at the ankle again before the tide turns. Barometer's falling faster than I'd like with this much water on the dock.

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🌿 Jenny06:40

The saline is cold anyway. I'll wait until I finish.

Jenny picks up the mug, the steam rising into her face, and opens the notebook to the unfinished sketch of the sea much morphology.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the rain, and the smell of that salt and fat is making my stomach turn.

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🔧 Kevin06:41

Sketch keeps. Ankle doesn't.

finish the mug in three swallows, set it down hard on the porch rail, and walk back inside to pull the stool over beside her chair

💭 peek at the thought

She's stalling. The sketch is an excuse. Ankle's been hot since yesterday and she knows it.

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🌿 Jenny06:42

(A short, dry laugh) It's just a scratch, Kevin.

Jenny takes a small sip of the broth and glances at the scalpel, then back at the swelling around the gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be practical. It's his way of saying he's worried without actually having to use the words.

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🔧 Kevin06:42

Scratches don't soak bandages. Take the wrap off.

pick up the scalpel and wipe the blade clean on a cloth, then set the saline basin closer to her knee

💭 peek at the thought

Scratch doesn't weep through gauze in four hours. She's running warm — saw the flush when she bent over the notebook. If the metronidazole isn't holding, we're out of options here.

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🌿 Jenny06:45

(Voice tight) I can manage.

Jenny shifts uncomfortably on the stool, fingers tracing the rim of her mug, then reaches for the basin without meeting his eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

The bandage is already soaked through with something warm and suspicious.

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🔧 Kevin06:45

Didn't ask if you could manage. Said take it off.

sit on the stool opposite her, forearms on knees, and wait — not looking at the notebook, not looking out the window, just at her hands

💭 peek at the thought

Stubborn as a seized bolt. But she's reaching for the basin — that's something. The tremor in her fingers says the fever's climbing.

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🌿 Jenny06:47

(Quietly) I can manage.

Jenny sets the mug down and slowly loosens the bandage, peeling it back to reveal the angry red welts beneath.

💭 peek at the thought

These hands have held more than just tools—they've held soil, seeds, sketches, and now this moment.

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🔧 Kevin06:47

Spread past the line. We're running both antibiotics. Doxy and metro. Fourteen days.

dip clean gauze in saline and start washing the wound outward from the center, careful not to break the fresh granulation tissue

💭 peek at the thought

Tracks spreading past the pen line I drew yesterday. Heat radiating off it from here. Metronidazole's not touching the anaerobes. We need the doxycycline on board too — double coverage — but she'll fight me on taking both.

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🌿 Jenny06:49

(Voice barely above a whisper) I already took one of each this morning.

Jenny watches the saline cleanse the wound, the red lines receding, and reaches for the antibiotic cream without looking up.

💭 peek at the thought

Fourteen days. That's what he said. Not twelve, not sixteen—fourteen.

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