the keeper's cottage · day 607 · morning

MORNING DAY 607

The heavy air remains still as the sun climbs higher. Kevin and Jenny meet at the porch to discuss the day's tasks.

Kevin prepares a basin of salt water for Jenny's infected ankle while the rain continues to fill the tank. Jenny sits on the porch table, bracing herself for the pain of the salt soak to soften the swollen skin.

🌿 Jenny06:19

I'm going to debride the infection. Now. While I still have the strength to sit upright.

Lean back against the porch wall and gesture toward the sterilized scalpel and gauze on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

My leg feels like it's being chewed by a slow fire. I need to get that dead tissue out now or I'm not going to be walking by the time the boat gets here.

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🔧 Kevin06:19

I'll get the basin and the clean water. You want the salt soak first or straight to the blade?

walk to the kitchen and fetch the galvanized bucket, setting it on the porch table beside the scalpel and gauze

💭 peek at the thought

She's been holding that ankle together with grit and salt water for days. The infection's not waiting. Neither should I.

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🌿 Jenny06:20

Salt first. Then the blade.

Carefully lift the infected ankle and lower it into the warm salt water, wincing as the skin stretches.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't stand the thought of the blade for one more second without numbing the surface. The soak will soften the skin and clear the debris.

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🔧 Kevin06:21

Water's hot enough?

pour the warm salt water from the kettle into the bucket, testing the temperature with a finger before she submerges fully

💭 peek at the thought

Good. Salt draws the poison. She's doing this right. My job is steady hands and clean gear.

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🌿 Jenny06:24

It's fine. Just... give me a minute.

Close eyes and lean head back against the stone wall, breathing slowly as the salt water begins to sting the open sores.

💭 peek at the thought

It's barely warm, but the contrast is enough to make the pulsing in my joint feel like a heartbeat. I just need to get through this.

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🔧 Kevin06:24

Take your time.

sit on the porch step beside her, the scalpel and fresh gauze laid out on a clean cloth between my knees, waiting

💭 peek at the thought

She's tougher than she knows. That ankle's been festering for days and she's still making space for the pain instead of fighting it.

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🌿 Jenny06:24

I can't do the cutting myself. Not today. My hands are shaking too much.

Open eyes and look at Kevin, then slowly lift the ankle out of the water and let it rest on the cloth, exposing the red streaks.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is too heavy. He's waiting for me to tell him when to start, but I can't look at the blade yet. I can feel the sepsis pulling at my hip.

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🔧 Kevin06:24

I'll do it. You tell me if I go too deep.

pick up the sterilized scalpel, brace my forearm on my knee, and bring the blade to the worst of the swollen tissue near the ankle bone

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking. Direct. No dancing around it. My hands are steadier than hers right now — that's not pride, it's just fact.

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🌿 Jenny06:26

Go for the center of the abscess. Don't hesitate.

Grip Kevin's forearm with white-knuckled intensity and squeeze my eyes shut.

💭 peek at the thought

If he nicked the tendon, I'm done. But if he doesn't go deep enough, the pus stays trapped and the fever comes back. Just do it quickly.

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🔧 Kevin06:26

Breath out.

press the scalpel tip into the center of the abscess with a controlled, decisive motion, letting the pus release, then immediately swap blade for gauze and apply firm pressure

💭 peek at the thought

She's trusting me with this. Don't make her regret it. Clean cut, let it drain, get gauze on it fast.

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