the keeper's cottage · day 479 · midday

Post-procedure Midday

The air remains heavy and still as the heat rises over the cottage. You and Jenny sit in the shade, watching for the first clouds to darken on the horizon.

Kevin works on the Yanmar injector nozzle at the cottage while the heavy air lingers. Jenny prepares the limpets and sea beet for breakfast, monitoring her ankle as the tide recedes outside.

🌿 Jenny14:23

The wind isn't moving.

Reach for the notebook to mark the date on the sea beet sketch.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come in five days, I'll run out of antibiotics before the infection clears.

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🔧 Kevin14:23

Barometer's holding at 977. But the swell on the south beach has been pushing further up the shingle since dawn. Something's building offshore.

walk to the porch rail and scan the horizon southwest, shading eyes against the glare

💭 peek at the thought

The stillness is worse than wind. No cooling, no drying, just heat pressing down on everything — her ankle, the cottage timbers, the fuel in the drums, the radio coax I still haven't finished. She's marking the date like any other day, like the sketch matters more than the infection line I drew on her skin yesterday. Maybe it does.

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🌿 Jenny14:25

I need to check the tank level again.

Tighten the wrap on my ankle and wince at the movement.

💭 peek at the thought

If the swell increases, the dock won't hold with the wedges I used.

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🔧 Kevin14:25

Tank was 394 at midday. Hasn't rained enough to change it. Save the walk.

reach out and catch her elbow, steadying her before she pushes up

💭 peek at the thought

She's checking the tank because it's something she can control. Numbers she can write down. Not the red line creeping past yesterday's mark, not the heat radiating through the gauze, not the antibiotics we're burning through faster than the supply boat can replace. She winced. Good — means she's feeling it, means the nerves aren't dead yet. Bad — means it's spreading.

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🌿 Jenny14:27

I just wanted to be sure the seal held.

major back into the chair and let out a sharp, frustrated breath.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, the water is fine, but my leg feels like lead today.

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🔧 Kevin14:27

Seal held. Overflow pipe's dripping steady — tank's full. You can put the notebook down.

gently take the notebook from her lap and place it on the side table, then lift her foot onto the stool to keep the ankle elevated

💭 peek at the thought

The seal on the tank lid — she's checking that because it's a yes/no question. Did it hold? Yes or no. Unlike her ankle, where the answer keeps changing and none of it is good. She let out that breath like she's been holding it since dawn. I know that breath. It's the one before she stops talking altogether.

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