the keeper's cottage · day 394 · dawn

Morning Seeds and Pressure Drops

Jenny sits at the kitchen table spreading damp heirloom seed packets out on paper. Kevin stands over her, checking the barometer and notes the steady drop to 979 hPa.

The morning air is heavy and still, the overcast sky pressing down on the cottage. The barometer continues its slow descent, holding 981 hPa, signaling a shift in the atmospheric pressure while Jenny sits at the kitchen table, the red streaks on her calf becoming more prominent in the flat, grey light of the morning.

🌿 Jenny02:47

I see it, Kevin. Just let me finish.

reaches for the pencil to sharpen the sea beet sketch.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast; the storm is going toization before I can finish these sketches.

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🔧 Kevin02:47

Jen. The streaks. Now.

pull out the chair opposite her and sit down, blocking her reach for the pencil

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. The pencil's already sharp enough to split a hair. Her ankle's hot to the touch from three feet away and she's choosing taxonomy over not dying of sepsis.

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🌿 Jenny02:49

It's just the heat from the salt water.

pulls her hand back from the table and grips the edge of her chair.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at my leg like it's a broken specimen on a lab bench.

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🔧 Kevin02:49

Heat doesn't climb. Show me.

reach for her calf, fingers brushing the hem of her trousers

💭 peek at the thought

Salt water heat doesn't track red lines up a calf. She's scared and that makes her stubborn. I've seen men die from less on ships — a nick, a day's delay, "it's nothing" until the fever takes them.

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🌿 Jenny02:51

I'm fine. I have work to do.

pulls her leg away and tucks her foot under the chair.

💭 peek at the thought

If he touches it, I'm going to scream, and I won't stop.

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🔧 Kevin02:51

Not a request.

take hold of her ankle firmly, one hand above the joint, the other cupping the heel, and pull her leg out straight

💭 peek at the thought

She's making this a battle of wills. I don't have the luxury of winning arguments — I have the luxury of her being alive. The antibiotics are started but they need time and she needs rest and the barometer says we have maybe twelve hours before the front hits and the boat still isn't here.

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🌿 Jenny02:53

Kevin, stop. It's sensitive.

winces and watches his hand move over the red line on her calf.

💭 peek at the thought

His hands are too warm. My skin feels like it's on fire.

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🔧 Kevin02:53

Talk to me. When did the heat hit the knee?

press two fingers gently along the leading edge of the uppermost streak, watching her face

💭 peek at the thought

Hot. Tight. The streaks have advanced past the mid-calf since yesterday — angry red fingers reaching for the knee. Lymphangitic spread. The doxycycline and metronidazole have had eighteen hours; they should be biting by now. If they're not, we're out of options and out of time. The boat isn't coming. The radio is dead to the world. I have a scalpel in the kit and the knowledge to drain an abscess, but I can't cut what I can't see and I can't treat what she won't let me touch.

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