the keeper's cottage · day 395 · dawn

The Rising Storm Pressure

Rain lashes against the roof as the barometer drops to 981 hPa. Jenny sits at the table drying damp seed packets on paper while Kevin watches the red streaks spreading further up her ankle.

Heavy rain lashes the cottage from the west, and the pressure drops sharply as a storm approaches. Kevin secures the generator lashings and monitors the barometer, while Jenny treats her swollen ankle and checks the heirloom seed tins for dampness.

🔧 Kevin03:33

How's the pain?

walk to the table and press the back of my hand to her forehead, then check the ankle wrapping for heat and tension

💭 peek at the thought

The streaks have crossed the knee. She's burning through the last of the metronidazole and I've got nothing left but amoxicillin and hope. The barometer's falling faster than her temperature's rising.

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🌿 Jenny03:33

It's throbbing. Don't touch the seed packets.

I flinch away as he touches me and pull the packet of heirloom way seeds closer to me, rubbing the dampness off the paper.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is moving faster than the rain; if it hits the knee, I won't be able to walk to the north ridge.

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🔧 Kevin03:34

Packets aren't going anywhere. Your leg is.

crouch down and unwrap the ankle brace slowly, examining the spread of red streaks past the knee, checking for heat and swelling at the groin

💭 peek at the thought

She's protecting the seeds before herself. Always the garden first. The flinch tells me more than the thermometer would.

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🌿 Jenny03:35

I can still work. I just need to boil the limpets.

I pull my leg back instinctively, shielding the wound with my hand, and stare at the damp seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at my leg like it's a broken engine. I'm not a machine to be overhauled.

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🔧 Kevin03:36

You're not boiling anything. Sit. Now.

put a hand on her shoulder and guide her firmly toward the bedroom, keeping my voice low and steady

💭 peek at the thought

She's septic and she's thinking about limpets. The infection's in her bloodstream and she's protecting seed packets. I need to get the last antibiotics into her and get her horizontal before she collapses.

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🌿 Jenny03:37

The seeds are damp. I need to check for mold.

I resist his hand but sit on the edge of the bed, staring at my swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If I go to the bedroom, I'm admitting the infection is winning. The seeds will rot on the table.

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🔧 Kevin03:38

I'll check the seeds. You take the pills.

walk to the kitchen, retrieve the amoxicillin blister pack and a tin mug of water from the tank, return and set them on the bedside table

💭 peek at the thought

She's sitting. That's something. The resistance is fading. Now I need the antibiotics and fluids in her before she changes her mind.

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🌿 Jenny03:39

Don't get the water into the tin.

I take the pills with a grimace and watch him walk toward the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks a pill fixes the rot of the world. The heat is pulsing in time with the rain.

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