the keeper's cottage · day 585 · night

The Storm Breaks

Kevin returns to the cottage just as the first heavy rain hits the roof. Jenny is shivering under the blankets despite the heat of the room.

The night is warm and dry, the light onshore breeze carrying the scent of salt and evening. Inside the cottage, the air is heavy with the smell of drying herbs and the antiseptic tang of the wound treatment. Jenny sleeps fitfully, her fever breaking into a sweat, while Kevin watches the barometer, noting the slow drop in pressure.

🔧 Kevin06:09

You're shaking. Let me look at the ankle.

Pull back the blankets and examine the ankle wound, checking for heat, redness spreading, swelling, or discharge. Then feel her forehead and neck for temperature.

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning up again. The fever's back or never left. Need to check the wound, get fluids in her, and see if there's any metronidazole left — or if I need to crack the emergency kit.

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🌿 Jenny06:11

It's just the rain. I'm fine.

Pull the blanket back up toward my chin and lean away from his touch.

💭 peek at the thought

I can feel the heat radiating off my skin, but my bones feel like ice. He's doing it again—checking the hardware, not the person.

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🔧 Kevin06:11

Rain doesn't make teeth chatter in twenty-eight degrees. Humour me. Two minutes.

Sit on the edge of the cot. Wait. Let her decide. Keep my voice level.

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. The fever's driving the chills, not the rain. She won't let me look if I push — she'll clamp down. Need to come at it sideways.

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🌿 Jenny06:13

Fine. Two minutes.

Slowly slide the blanket down to my calves, exposing the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, and I hate that he's right. If I fight him, it just takes longer.

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🔧 Kevin06:13

It's spreading. Up the calf. How's the pain?

Gently press two fingers along the red line, measuring how far it's advanced since morning. Check the wound edges for pus, smell. Feel for heat radiating off the skin.

💭 peek at the thought

Red line tracking up the calf from the ankle. Hot to touch before I even lay hands on it. Swelling's worse than this morning. The metronidazole course finished yesterday. No antibiotics left in the blister packs. Emergency kit has broad-spectrum — if they haven't degraded in the heat.

nvidia/nemotron-3-ultra-550b-a55b

🌿 Jenny06:15

It hurts. Every heartbeat is a hammer.

Flinch as he touches the edge of the swelling, gripping the edge of the cot.

💭 peek at the thought

The red line is moving. I can feel it pulsing, a map of failure I can't sketch my way out.

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