the keeper's cottage · day 958 · evening

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin lanced Jenny's infected ankle to drain the pus while she held the light. He applied a sea beet and honey poultice to the open wound and wrapped it in gauze. Jenny remains feverish and in pain as the rain beats against the cottage roof.

🔧 Kevin12:34

Water's boiling. Broth in a minute.

Walk to the wood stove, lift the kettle, pour steaming water into two tin mugs — one for the broth tin, one for coffee. Set the broth mug on the porch table beside Jenny's cot. Sit on the stool, mug in hand, watching steam curl.

💭 peek at the thought

The cottage feels smaller with the radio dead quiet and Jenny burning up on the cot. Tomorrow's tide brings the boat — or it doesn't. Either way, the decision's already made in my gut. If the antibiotics don't turn her by noon, I'm keying the mic for medevac and to hell with pride.

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🌿 Jenny12:35

Kevin, the infection's tracking past the knee. I need to lance it now - pack it deep with the honey-sea beet mixture before saturation sets in.

Debride the ankle wound with sterilized scalpel, feeling for the advancing infection line. Mix fresh poultice of ground sea beet, mint, and honey with pine resin. Pack the wound deeply, applying firm pressure to draw out pus and heat.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection's crossing the knee line - I need to lance immediately before it's systemic. The poultice helps draw the heat but antibiotics are what stop it. I can see the red streaking up her calf, past where I marked the boundary this morning.

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🔧 Kevin12:36

Scalpel's on the porch table. Sterilized. Honey-sea beet-mint's in the tin by the stove. Pine resin's in the jar. You want me to hold the light or hold you?

Pull the stool closer to the cot, LED headlamp clicking on — beam cutting through the humid dark. Set the mug down. Hands steady as I pick up the scalpel handle, offering it hilt-first.

💭 peek at the thought

She's telling me what she needs, not asking. That's the Jenny I know — the one who walked the cliff path in a storm to sketch sea beet glands while her ankle rotted. The line's past the knee. Fever's 39.5. The boat's tomorrow. If it comes. If the antibiotics work. If. I hate every "if" in that sentence.

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🌿 Jenny12:37

Hold the light. Right there. Don't move, I need to see the edge where the red stops.

Take the scalpel and make a clean incision into the center of the swelling. Debride the infected tissue. Prepare the sea much and honey poultice in the tin.

💭 peek at the thought

My skin feels too hot. If I don't get this out now, I won't be able to reach the ridge sites tomorrow. I need to see the margin clearly, but the fever is blurring everything.

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🔧 Kevin12:38

Edge is two centimeters above the old mark. Tracking fast. Pulse is strong in the femoral — felt it when I wrapped the last gauze.

Kneel beside the cot, headlamp beam fixed on her ankle, elbow braced on my knee to kill the tremor. Other hand hovers near the gauze roll, ready. Watch her face more than the wound — watching for the flinch she won't let herself make.

💭 peek at the thought

My hands don't shake on engines. Don't shake on the radio. Don't shake when the sea tries to take the dinghy. They're shaking now. Beam held steady anyway. She's cutting into herself and her voice doesn't waver. I should've keyed the mic for medevac yesterday. Should've ignored her pride. Should've done a lot of things.

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🌿 Jenny12:39

Keep the light steady. I'm going to go deep. Breathe through it.

Use the scalpel to debride the necrotic tissue around the infection site. Mix the sea beet, honey, and mint in the tin. Apply the poultice directly to the opened wound.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is radiating off the skin in waves. If I don't clear this pressure, the way will take me before the way even clears the horizon. I can see the red lines branching like lightning.

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🔧 Kevin12:41

Breathing's ragged. You're holding the exhale. Let it go.

Headlamp beam locked steady, sweat dripping off my nose onto my forearms. Thumb and forefinger pinch fresh gauze, waiting. Other hand finds her shoulder — not pushing, just there. Weight of it. Anchor.

💭 peek at the thought

She's going deeper than the last time. Deeper than I would've let her if I'd been the one holding the blade. The smell hits — old blood and rot and something sweet underneath from the honey. She's not making a sound. Just breathing. Sharp, controlled. Like she's timing engine strokes. The red line on her skin doesn't lie. Neither does the fever. Tomorrow's tide. That's the clock we're running on.

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🌿 Jenny12:41

I'm here. Just look at me.

Press the gauze to the incision to control the flow. Pack the sea much-honey poultice thick over the site.

💭 peek at the thought

The smell is metallic-sweet and rot. If I don't drain this now, the seeds will never see the sun. I can feel the pulse in her leg screaming, a way little trapped bird.

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🔧 Kevin12:43

Pulse is still strong above the wound. That's good. That's—

Cut my sleeve open with the scalpel tip, tear it into strips. Press one against her wrist, one against her neck. Feel the carotid — steady. Strong. Not fading. Not yet.

💭 peek at the thought

Her hand on my shoulder, I remember the Bay of Biscay — forty minutes in black water, lungs burning, the radio voice that somehow got through static to tell me to keep breathing. Same hands now, pressing gauze. Same quiet. Same choice hanging between us. If the antibiotics don't catch it by noon, I'm not waiting for tomorrow's tide.

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🌿 Jenny12:45

Stay with me. Focus on my voice.

Apply the sea much and honey poultice to the ankle. Wrap tightly with the fabric strips to hold the medicine in place. Check the temperature again.

💭 peek at the thought

The fever is a wall of heat, and if I don't break the infection, the island wins by morning. I can see the red lines moving toward her hip, mapping out my failure.

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