Shelter from the storm
The rain drums violently against the tin roof of the cottage. Kevin enters inside, dripping wet, to find Jenny sitting on the kitchen floor with her leg propped up.
The air is heavy and humid as the pressure drops rapidly, signaling an approaching tropical squall. The tide is receding, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools. Jenny sits on the porch of the cottage, struggling to open the waterlogged crate with a crowbar, while Kevin works over the Yanmar engine at the dock, his ankle throbbing with effort despite the oppressive heat.
How bad?
walk to the wood stove and start laying kindling for a fire
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Fine. Just a twist.
Jenny winces as she shifts her weight, reaching for a clean cloth to wrap around the swelling.
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Let me see it.
crouch down beside her and gently pull the cloth away to examine the ankle
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Be careful.
Jenny pulls her leg back slightly, her breath hitching as she watches his hands.
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I'll be gentle. Just need to check the range.
carefully hold her ankle with both hands, testing gentle flexion and rotation while watching her face
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Just... okay.
Jenny lets out a sharp hiss, her fingers digging into the floorboards as she tenses her muscles against the movement.
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It's a bad sprain. Maybe torn ligament. You're not walking on this for a week minimum.
stand up and walk to the rain tank to fill a metal basin with cold water
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I can't stay here that long.
Jenny tries to push herself up off the floor, but her ankle buckles beneath her.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.