the old shrine · day 832 · evening

Evening on the Island

The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the cleared garden patch. The air remains heavy and smelling of salt and damp.

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🌿 Jenny00:19

Jenny — sit down on the porch step, rubbing the swollen ankle, and watch the clouds.

💭 peek at the thought

way own is throbbing in time with the rain. If that boat doesn't come, I'm going to lose my mind.

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🔧 Kevin00:19

Clouds building west. Rain by midnight.

walk up the porch steps and set the heavy canvas roll down beside the door, then lean the bow saw against the railing

💭 peek at the thought

She's watching the sky like she can read the pressure dropping in the clouds. Ankle's bad — she won't show it but the way she favors it tells me everything. Should've made her sit earlier.

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🌿 Jenny00:21

I hope it stays dry enough for the boat.

Lean head against the cool wood of the house and close eyes.

💭 peek at the thought

He always announces the weather like it's a choice, not a weight pressing down on us.

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🔧 Kevin00:21

Barometer's holding. Boat'll come if the captain can make the channel.

pull the tin mug from my belt loop and hold it out to her — warm broth, half limpet stock half beef fat

💭 peek at the thought

She's exhausted. Three days of infection and humidity and she's still tracking the boat like it's salvation. The barometer says different — steady at 1016, but the swell's been building since noon.

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🌿 Jenny00:23

Thanks.

Take the mug with shaking hands and take a slow sip.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be helpful but I'm too tired to even swallow properly.

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🔧 Kevin00:23

Drink it slow. I'll check the ankle after.

sit on the step beside her, close enough that shoulders touch, and watch the tree line where the wind's starting to move the canopy

💭 peek at the thought

Hands shaking — cold or fever or just the bone-deep tired. She's been vertical too long today. The antibiotics should've kicked harder by now.

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🌿 Jenny00:25

Don't look at it yet.

Lean weight against his shoulder and let the warmth of the mug seep through my palms.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is a mess, and the heat from the fever is making everything blur.

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🔧 Kevin00:25

Not looking.

keep my eyes on the treeline, shoulder solid under hers, and let the silence stretch while the wind rises in the spruce tops

💭 peek at the thought

She doesn't want me to see it. Knows what I'll see — red tracking past the marker line, heat radiating through the gauze. Three days on doxy and metro and it's not yielding. She's scared and won't say it.

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🌿 Jenny00:27

Jenny — close my eyes and listen to the first drops of rain hitting the tin roof.

💭 peek at the thought

If I just stay here, maybe the island won't feel so big for once.

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🔧 Kevin00:27

Kevin — take the mug from her loosening fingers and set it on the step, then slide an arm under her knees and lift — carry her inside to the cot

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💭 peek at the thought

First drops hitting the roof tin — sharp and sporadic. She's asleep or pretending. The mug's cooling in her hands. Infection doesn't care about stubborn.

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🌿 Jenny00:29

Jenny — let my body go heavy against him, breathing in the scent of salt and old wood.

💭 peek at the thought

The floor is cold, but his arms are warm. I am so tired.그런SAY: (Nothing)

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🔧 Kevin00:29

Kevin — kick the cottage door shut behind us, lay her gentle on the cot, pull the wool blanket up to her chin, and set the tin mug on the stool beside her head

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💭 peek at the thought

She's out. Dead weight against my chest, breathing slow and even. Fever heat radiating through her shirt. The cot's narrow but she'll sleep deeper there than on the porch steps.

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🌿 Jenny00:31

Stay right here?

Reach out a hand to catch the hem of his shirt.

💭 peek at the thought

The fever is making the room feel too small. I just want to sleep without the pain.

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🔧 Kevin00:31

Not moving.

sit on the wooden crate beside the cot, boots on the floor, and fold my arms across my chest — watch the rain start to hammer the roof tin

💭 peek at the thought

Fingers catching my shirt hem — light as a sail luffing. She's half-gone already, fever pulling her under. The anchor she needs.

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