the keeper's cottage · day 544 · evening

Evening tide watch

The rain tapers off to a drizzle as the tide drops further, leaving the barnacles and limpets exposed in the sand.

The heat in the cottage is heavy, the air still despite the falling barometric pressure. Jenny lies on the bed, her skin slick with sweat as the red tracking on her leg creeps higher toward her groin. Kevin watches the digital thermometer beep; the reading of 39.4°C confirms their fear: the antibiotics are not holding back.

🌿 Jenny09:15

Kevin? I need more water. And the thermometer.

reaches for the water glass on the nightstand, fingers trembling, and traces the edge of the red swelling with a shaky thumb.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection is moving too fast. If it hits the knee, I won't be able to walk, let alone get out into the garden.

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🔧 Kevin09:16

Got it.

walk to the kitchen, fill a clean tin mug from the rain tank tap, find the thermometer in the medical kit on the shelf, return to the bedroom

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking for water and the thermometer. The fever's still climbing if she's trembling. Need to get both, check her temperature properly, and see if the antibiotics are holding. The red line was tracking toward her groin yesterday — if it's reached there, we're past oral antibiotics.

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🌿 Jenny09:16

Thank you. It's... it's hotter than it was yesterday.

takes a small, painful sip of the water and places the thermometer under her tongue, closing her eyes toization at the ceiling beams.

💭 peek at the thought

My skin feels too tight. I can feel the heat radiating off the calf like a wood stove.

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🔧 Kevin09:18

Keep drinking. Small sips.

wait beside the bed while the thermometer reads, watch her face for the rigors that come with a climbing fever

💭 peek at the thought

She knows her own body. "Hotter than yesterday" with the red line already at her groin last night means the doxycycline and metronidazole aren't stopping it. We're down to the last few doses anyway. If the fever spikes past 39, we're in territory I can't fix here. The supply boat's ten days out if it comes on schedule. That's too long.

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🌿 Jenny09:18

I can feel it pulsing. Every heartbeat.

swallows hard against the dry heat in her throat and waits for the beep.

💭 peek at the thought

If this doesn't break soon, I'm never going to plant those seeds. The tin will just rot here with me.

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🔧 Kevin09:20

Kevin — hold still, eyes on the thermometer in her mouth, jaw tight

💭 peek at the thought

Pulsing means the infection's in the deep tissue, maybe the femoral vein. That's septic territory. The antibiotics should've knocked the bacteremia down by now if they were going to work. They're not. She knows it too by how she's watching me not watch her.

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🌿 Jenny09:20

It's high, Kevin.

pulls the thermometer out with a shaky hand and stares at the digital display, her vision blurring.

💭 peek at the thought

39.4. It's climbing. If it hits forty, I'm in real trouble.

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🔧 Kevin09:22

What's it read?

reach for the thermometer, hand steady despite the hollow in my chest

💭 peek at the thought

She can see the number. I can't from here. But her face tells me — the way her shoulders drop, the blink that's too slow. High means 39, maybe 40. At 40 the proteins start unraveling. We have four, maybe five doses of antibiotics left. Neither of us said the word evacuation out loud since the trust's letter arrived. She's waiting for me to say it first.

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🌿 Jenny09:22

Thirty-nine point four. And it's going up.

holds the thermometer out to him, her fingers trembling, the sweat slicking her hair.

💭 peek at the thought

Thirty-nine point four. The infection is winning the race to my knee.

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🔧 Kevin09:24

We're calling the Coast Guard.

stand, walk to the kitchen shelf, pick up the shortwave radio handset, switch to Channel 16, press the transmit button

💭 peek at the thought

39.4 and climbing. The antibiotics aren't working. The red line at her groin, the pulsing, the fever trajectory — she's going septic. The supply boat is ten days out if it keeps schedule. She won't last ten days. The trust's evacuation letter is in my pocket. The radio works. I can call the Coast Guard on Channel 16, give them the coordinates, have a helicopter here in hours if the weather holds. But the barometer's been steady at 981. The swell's been building. A helicopter needs a clear deck and visibility. The cottage porch is too small, they'd have to winch. And Jenny would have to agree to leave the island. She hasn't agreed to anything yet. She's waiting for me to say the word.

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🌿 Jenny09:24

Tell them Sorrel Island. Tell them it's spreading fast.

drops her head against the pillow, listening to the throb in her leg.

💭 peek at the thought

Finally. I hope they can get here before the sepsis reaches my heart.

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🔧 Kevin09:26

Coast Guard, Coast Guard, Coast Guard. This is Sorrel Island, position 51 degrees 18 minutes North, 009 degrees 42 minutes West. Medical emergency. Adult female, 39.4 Celsius and rising, spreading cellulitis with lymphangitic tracking to groin, suspected sepsis. Oral antibiotics failing. Request immediate medevac. Two souls on island. Over.

hold the handset to my mouth, thumb on the transmit, wait for the crackle of response

💭 peek at the thought

She's giving me the words to say. She knows the coordinates better than I do — she wrote the medevac forms. She's letting me make the call because I'm the one who holds the radio. That's what partnership looks like at the edge.

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