the keeper's cottage · day 427 · night

The Turning Tide

The rain slows to a light drizzle as the tide begins its slow retreat from the dock. Kevin and Jenny are inside the cottage, the smell of damp wood and drying herbs filling the air.

Kevin sits at the kitchen table to carefully debride the infected tissue from Jenny's ankle under the steady glow of the LED lamp. Jenny holds the light despite the pain while the tide recedes outside the cottage.

🔧 Kevin11:10

Kevin — walk to the porch door and look out at the dock, checking the tide line and the mooring ring from here first.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain's easing. Tide's dropping. Good. Need to check the dock ring at low light — see if the wedges and doubler plate held through the surge. My ankle's throbbing but the drainage's changed, less angry. Metronidazole's working. Jenny's moving slower than she lets on.

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🌿 Jenny11:13

The tide is going out at least.

Sit on the kitchen chair, lift the swollen ankle onto the table, and prepare the antiseptic and the heavy-duty tweezers.

💭 peek at the thought

The red streaks are moving too fast; if I don't clear this now, I won't make it to the north ridge.

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🔧 Kevin11:13

Want me to hold the light? Or the gauze?

Move to the kitchen counter, pick up the LED headlamp, and click it on — setting it beam-down on the table near her knee without asking.

💭 peek at the thought

She's doing it herself again. Won't ask. Won't let me. The tweezers are for the splinters or the wound edges — either way, she shouldn't be the one holding them on her own ankle. But she'd stop me if I reached for them.

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🌿 Jenny11:15

Just hold the light steady. Don't move.

Soak a gauze pad in antiseptic and begin to debride the edge of the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

At least he's being useful for once, even if he is being quiet.

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🔧 Kevin11:15

Kevin — keep the headlamp beam fixed on her ankle, not moving, not looking away, breathing slow through my nose.

💭 peek at the thought

She's precise. Clinical. Doesn't flinch. The infection's tracking but she's cleaning it like it's an engine part — methodical, no waste motion. My hands are steady on the light but my jaw's tight. Should've insisted on doing this yesterday. Should've insisted a lot of things.

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🌿 Jenny11:17

Stay right there.

Wince silently as the tweezers catch the inflamed tissue, focusing on the edge of the red swelling.

💭 peek at the thought

It hurts more than I should admit, but if I don't get the rot out, the seeds will never see the sun.

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🔧 Kevin11:17

Kevin — not move. Not speak. Keep the beam dead steady on the wound, shadowless, watching the tweezers work the angry margin.

💭 peek at the thought

She won't make a sound. Won't give me the opening to step in. The silence between us is its own language — she's speaking it fluently. I'm just learning the dialect. The light throws her face in sharp relief: jaw set, sweat at the hairline, the tweezers moving like surgical instruments. My own calf throbs in rhythm with her flinch.

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🌿 Jenny11:19

It's almost done.

Press the antiseptic-soaked gauze to the site and wipe away the debris.

💭 peek at the thought

If those streaks reach the knee, I'm finished. I need to see that sea beet tomorrow.

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