the keeper's cottage · day 959 · morning

Day 959, Midday

The rain lulls against the roof as the air inside grows damp with the smell of salt and antiseptic. The tide continues to rise, la the lower rocks of the dock.

Kevin held off on debriding Jenny's ankle at her request, applying a cool cloth instead and waiting for the next antibiotic dose. Jenny rested with a high fever, the infection tracking upward past her knee. The warm rain continued on and off through the morning.

🌿 Jenny13:01

(Low groan)

Reach for the damp cloth on the nightstand and press it to my forehead.

💭 peek at the thought

My skin is burning, but the room feels like ice. If the fever breaks again, I'm done.

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🔧 Kevin13:01

Morning. How's the head?

walk to the bedroom doorway and stand there, arms crossed, watching her face in the grey light

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning through the sheets. The groan tells me more than the thermometer did — fever's climbing again, not breaking. Need to check the wound before the next dose window.

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🌿 Jenny13:03

Hot." (Voice thin, cracked) "And this ankle...

Pull the gauze wrap up slightly to show the swelling, then let it fall back down.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks "head" covers the whole mess—the infection, the weakness, the part of me that's already leaving.

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🔧 Kevin13:03

Let me see it proper. Take the wrap off.

step to the bedside and crouch down, reaching for the gauze end with careful fingers

💭 peek at the thought

Swelling tracking up past the ankle now. Red line creeping. That's not good. Next antibiotic dose in two hours — doxycycline first, then metronidazole four hours after. Need to check the wound properly, not just a glance through gauze.

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🌿 Jenny13:05

(Voice barely rising above the rain) "It's... spreading. Red edges getting sharper."

Pull the gauze away from my ankle, revealing the swollen, puce-colored skin that's begun to separate at the edges.

💭 peek at the thought

Every time he looks at me like this, I'm dissecting a specimen I'm no longer qualified to name.

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🔧 Kevin13:05

Hold still.

press the back of my hand lightly along the calf, mapping the heat boundary, then reach for the scalpel and fresh gauze on the nightstand

💭 peek at the thought

Cellulitis marching up the calf. Skin shiny, hot to touch even from here. The debridement yesterday bought time but the infection's winning. Need to lance again if there's fluctuance — can't tell through the edema. Two hours to next dose. She needs fluids, cooling, and I need to decide if we're cutting or riding the antibiotics.

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🌿 Jenny13:07

Don't..." (Stop him with a hand, the fever making my voice thin) "Please. Just... let me rest.

Turn slightly away from him, pressing my palm against the cool window glass, watching the rain streak downward like the island itself is bleeding.

💭 peek at the thought

The red line moves like a tide mark—inevitable, marking what the medicine can't reach.

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🔧 Kevin13:07

Two hours. Next dose. Then we look again.

set the scalpel down untouched, soak the cloth in the basin, wring it out, and lay it across her forehead and neck

💭 peek at the thought

She's refusing. Fever talking, or the part of her that's done being cut. But that leg's two hours from sepsis if the antibiotics don't catch up. Can't force her — she'd fight, and she's got nothing left to fight with. I'll wait the two hours, dose her, then reassess. If the line's moved past the knee by then, I cut whether she wants it or not. For now, water. Cool cloth. The radio log says supply boat tomorrow 0430 tide. Twenty-six hours.

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