the keeper's cottage · day 362 · night

The Waiting Ebb

The tide is at its lowest point, revealing the hidden kelp forests of the west shore. The wind has died down for now, but the barometer remains the only judge of tomorrow.

Kevin cleaned and dressed Jenny's ankle wound using saline and honey, noting the red streaks moving up her calf. They discussed the evacuation offer from the trust while Kevin worked on the injury. Jenny applied a fresh non-stick pad and roller gauze to stabilize the swelling.

🌿 Jenny21:51

I can't ignore it anymore, Kevin. It's moving.

Pull back the blanket and point to the red streaks climbing her calf.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat in my leg is pulsing now, timed with my heart. If those streaks reach my groin, I'm not just a botanist with a bad ankle; I'm a liability.

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🔧 Kevin21:51

Let me see. Properly.

Get the first aid kit, the last of the saline, and the honey from the shelf. Sit on the stool beside her and roll my sleeves up.

💭 peek at the thought

The red streaks are advancing past the ankle, tracking toward the knee. Lymphangitis. The doxycycline isn't holding it — twelve capsules left won't finish a proper course if the bacteria have resistance. She's been quiet about the pain, which means it's worse than she's letting on. The helicopter coordinates are on the back of the trust letter. Seventy-two hours from midnight. That's two days. The supply boat's due in two days but the gale warning runs forty-eight hours. I need to clean this wound again, change the dressing, and make the call on the radio whether she agrees or not.

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🌿 Jenny21:52

Be careful. It's... it's tender.

Wince and shift her leg slightly to give him better access, though she keeps her body tense.

💭 peek at the thought

He's too calm. He's using his 'contractor' voice, the one he uses when a beam is rotting and he's calculating the cost of the replacement.

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🔧 Kevin21:52

I'll be gentle. Talk to me while I work — what you had for breakfast, the letter, anything. Keep your breathing steady.

Peel back the old dressing slow, letting saline soak any stuck gauze free. Examine the wound edges and streaks under the lamplight.

💭 peek at the thought

She's guarding it — muscles locked around the injury. The skin's hot to touch even before I make contact. Honey's antimicrobial but it's not IV antibiotics. If the streaks hit the femoral node, she goes septic fast. No fever spike yet per my notes, but that can turn in hours. I need to debride gently, flush with what saline remains, pack with honey, and wrap loose enough for drainage but tight enough to hold. Then the radio call.

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🌿 Jenny21:55

The limpets were... okay. A bit rubbery. I think the sea beet is the only thing actually thriving in this salt-spray hell.

Grip the edge of the mattress, knuckles white, staring at the ceiling to avoid looking at the raw skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He wants me to distract myself so I don't panic. I can't talk about the letter; it feels like admitting defeat.

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🔧 Kevin21:55

Sea beet's got salt glands. Pumps it out through the leaves. Smart. You're doing fine. Keep talking.

Flush the wound with the last saline, careful pressure from the syringe. Pat dry with clean gauze. Scoop honey onto fingers and pack the wound bed, spread to edges. Cover with non-stick pad and wrap with roller gauze — firm but not tight.

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. Humour's her shield — always has been. The limpets were rubbery because I overcooked them watching the barometer drop. Sea beet thrives because it's evolved for exactly this: salt, wind, poor soil, neglect. Like us. The wound looks angry — yellowish exudate at the center, edges inflamed, those red fingers marching up the medial calf toward the popliteal fossa. Lymphatics. No pus pockets I can see, which is something. Smell's sweet-rot, same as 0200. Honey and saline won't turn this alone. Twelve doxycycline capsules. Standard course is seven to fourteen days at 100mg twice daily. That's six days max if she takes two a day. Might not be enough. Might not be the right drug. Helicopter coordinates on the letter. Need to make the call.

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