the keeper's cottage · day 981 · night

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin guided Jenny to bed despite her resistance, then secured the cottage for the approaching storm while she slept fitfully. The barometer continued its steady fall through the night.

🌿 Jenny05:42

Jenny — slump into the kitchen chair, lifting the swollen ankle onto the table to watch the throbbing pulse through the poultice.

💭 peek at the thought

My leg is a drum filled with lead. If the fever doesn't break before the boat comes, I'll be useless for the survey.

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🔧 Kevin05:42

You should lie down. Proper. Bed.

pull the wool blanket from the porch hook and drape it over her shoulders, then move to the stove to check the kettle

💭 peek at the thought

She's not sleeping. The ankle's still angry — heat radiating through the gauze, pulse visible at the wound edge. Trimethoprim's been in her system six hours now. Should be showing more effect than this. Barometer's still falling, 991 and dropping. Boat's due at 0640 high tide. That's... six hours out. She needs rest. I need to check the generator one more time before I turn in — fuel line clamp held at load, but the vibration at the bracket worries me. And the radio. Tom's frequency. 2000 hours. Every night.

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🌿 Jenny05:44

Just a minute. I need to... finish the sketch.

Reach for the notebook with a shaking hand, trying to capture the sea beet morphology before the vision blurs.

💭 peek at the thought

If I close my eyes, I might not wake up until the boat arrives. Or not after.

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🔧 Kevin05:44

The pencil'll still work tomorrow. Put it down.

take the notebook from her fingers and set it on the shelf, then guide her shoulder toward the bedroom door

💭 peek at the thought

Her hand's trembling. Fever or exhaustion, probably both. The sketch can wait — sea beet glands aren't going anywhere. She's burning through reserves she doesn't have. Trimethoprim's not touching this fast enough. If the red line's still advancing at 0400, I'm calling the boat early on VHF and to hell with the tide window. They've got the antibiotics. They've got a medic.

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🌿 Jenny05:47

Wait. The soil map. North ridge pocket seven.

Turn back toward the door despite the pain, heading for the kitchen where I keep the pH logs and soil sketches.

💭 peek at the thought

He doesn't understand that some things have to be written down, or they're lost forever.

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🔧 Kevin05:47

It's logged. Red wax on the map. Coordinates in the transect notes. Pocket seven, pH 6.2, slump notation. You did it yesterday.

step in front of her, blocking the kitchen door, and put a hand on her good shoulder to turn her toward the bedroom

💭 peek at the thought

Pocket seven. pH 6.2. The slump zone. She marked it in red wax on the ridge map — weep zone, fracture line, GPS coordinates from the Carex transect. She's been tracking that pocket for weeks. The drainage trench we cut above it, the membrane and cribbing... she wants to confirm the data's logged before the boat comes. Before whatever happens next. Her ankle's screaming at every step. I can see the sweat at her hairline.

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