the keeper's cottage · day 526 · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The debridement of Jenny's ankle is complete, leaving the wound cleaned and dressed. Kevin has set the mug to warm on the stove while the humid air hangs over the cottage, a school of fish silver in the shallows off the dock.

🌿 Jenny13:45

I'm fine, just sitting.

Sit on the kitchen chair, lay out the first aid kit, and prepare the saline solution.

💭 peek at the thought

The leg is throbbing again. If I don't clean this out before it goes systemic, I won't make it to the ridge tomorrow.

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🔧 Kevin13:45

I’ll heat the water. You just tell me if it’s too hot.

fill kettle from rain tank, place on wood stove, light kindling with match from shelf, blow on embers until flame catches.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s saying she’s fine, but the way she’s moving—slow, careful with that ankle—tells me she’s hurting. I can see it in how she’s laying out the kit like it’s a ritual, not just first aid. She doesn’t want me to fuss, but she also doesn’t want to be alone with it.

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🌿 Jenny13:54

It’s hot enough. It's hot enough.

Take kettle from stove and pour into clean basin. Submerge sterile gauze in water, then set aside to cool. Mix saline by adding one teaspoon salt to one cup boiled water. Open wound dressing package and inspect the infection site. Apply ant

💭 peek at the thought

The water’s already scalding from all that heat. What does he think I am, a child?

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🔧 Kevin13:54

I’ll sit here. Quiet. Just in case you need a hand.

pull second kitchen chair close to hers, sit down, hands resting on knees, eyes on the steam rising from the basin, not on her.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s doing it all herself now—measuring, mixing, inspecting—like she’s done this a hundred times. I used to do this for her. Now she won’t let me near the wound. Not because she doesn’t trust me, but because she’s protecting herself from needing me.

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🌿 Jenny14:03

I have it handled. Thank you.

Dip tweezers into the saline and begin to debride the edge of the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be helpful, but the silence is heavier than the heat. I need to focus on the skin.

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🔧 Kevin14:03

Kevin — remain still, watch the light fall across the table—how it catches the salt in the water, the glint of the tweezers, the way her jaw tightens only when she presses in. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Just be here.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not asking me to leave. She’s not telling me to stay. She’s just doing what needs to be done, and I’m allowed to be in the room. That’s more than I’ve had in weeks.

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🌿 Jenny14:05

(quietly)

Wince through gritted teeth as I carefully pull away the dead tissue with the tweezers.

💭 peek at the thought

The pain is a sharp, rhythmic pulse. If I don't get this out now, the seeds will just rot in the tin.

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🔧 Kevin14:05

I’m right here.

reach slowly, not for her ankle, but for the clean gauze beside the basin, fold it once, lay it gently on the table within her reach—then return my hands to my knees, eyes low, waiting.

💭 peek at the thought

She winced—but didn’t pull away. Didn’t tell me to stop. Didn’t shut down. That’s the first time in days she’s let me see it hurt. Not just the wound—her letting me see it.

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🌿 Jenny14:07

Just... almost done.

Dip the tweezers back into the saline and clean the area again.

💭 peek at the thought

The salt stings, but it's drawing the heat out. I need to see the edge of the redness.

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🔧 Kevin14:07

When you’re done, I’ll make tea. No sugar. Just the way you like it.

stand slowly, walk to the shelf, take down the chipped blue mug—the one she uses—rinse it quickly in the basin, set it on the stove to warm, then return to the chair and sit without speaking, eyes on her hands, not her face.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s cleaning the wound again—same motion, same silence—but this time her breath is steadier. Not because it’s better, but because she’s pushing through it. I don’t need to fix it. I just need to not look away.

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🌿 Jenny14:09

okay.

Pick up the cooled gauze and pat the area dry, checking for the last of the debris.

💭 peek at the thought

He's being too careful. It makes feel small. I just need to see if the infection is moving toward the bone.

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🔧 Kevin14:09

I’ve got the mug warming. Whenever you’re ready.

remain seated, shoulders loose, hands open on my knees, watching the way her thumb traces the edge of the gauze—soft, careful, like she’s saying goodbye to the pain. Not speaking. Not moving. Just here.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s almost done. The gauze is in her hand, moving slow now—not cleaning, just checking. She’s not rushing. She’s not hiding it anymore. I can stay. I should stay.

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