the keeper's cottage · day 997 · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

Kevin and Jenny treated Jenny's worsening ankle infection with a full antibiotic regimen and hot salt water soak. Kevin prepared the medical supplies while Jenny revealed the spreading red streaks. The barometer held steady at 988 hPa as they worked.

🔧 Kevin08:06

Mug's on the table. Eat something.

Walk into the kitchen, pull the tin mug from the stove shelf, fill it with the remaining limpet broth from the pot, set it on the table beside the tin of corned beef. Sit opposite the porch door, roll my shoulders, stare at the shortwave.

💭 peek at the thought

The squall's passed but the air's still thick with salt and damp. Hands are raw from the crate and the generator line. Need to check the Yanmar's vibration at load before the supply boat comes — if the impeller's aboard, I can swap it and be done. But first, water and food. Jenny's on the porch with the broth.

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🌿 Jenny08:07

"Thank you." (I push the mug closer to him without standing up, my ankle throbbing against the bandages.)

reach for the medical kit on the shelf, pull out a fresh gauze roll, and begin carefully cutting a new dressing for my ankle while keeping one eye on the shortwave radio's antenna.

💭 peek at the thought

The broth's gone cold but at least it's there. My fingers are still raw from the scalpel work, and I can feel the infection flaring again where the poultice didn't quite take. The diesel can's leaking even after Kevin's second attempt at the seam - I should have known epoxy wouldn't hold with the engine vibration. But the seeds... grandmother's seeds are in the ground now, pushing through that charcoal amendment like nothing I've seen before. The barometer's still dropping, and I need to check if the tide's exposed those shrine stones yet.

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🔧 Kevin08:08

Change it proper. Don't rush.

Take the mug, blow across the surface, drink half in one pull. Set it down. Reach for the corned beef tin, pry the lid with the church key blade, fork a chunk into my mouth. Chew while watching her hands on the gauze.

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving slow. Ankle's not right. I should've checked the dressing earlier but the crate took priority. Radio's quiet — good sign or bad, can't tell. Barometer's steady at 988. Supply boat's tomorrow high tide if the crossing holds.

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🌿 Jenny08:09

"The antibiotics... I took the full course but—" (I stop cutting the gauze when I realize he's watching the infection line too, his fork hovering over the corned beef.)

hold up my hand, palm open, showing him the red streaking that wasn't there this morning, then carefully peel back the wet gauze to reveal the spreading inflammation.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right - I am rushing. The infection's already creeping back along the incision line, and I can feel the heat building. That diesel can seam failure means I need to find proper marine sealant, not just epoxy. But those seeds... they're already sprouting in the charcoal, and I can hear the tide shifting against the shrine stones out front.

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🔧 Kevin08:10

Trimethoprim. Two tabs now, then twelve hourly. Amoxicillin-clavulanate on top. Fourteen days both. We'll soak it in hot salt water first — draw the pus. Hand me the kit.

Reach across the table for the medical kit on the shelf, pop the latch, pull out the oilcloth-wrapped blister packs. Strip two trimethoprim tablets, two amoxicillin-clavulanate. Set them on the table beside her mug.

💭 peek at the thought

Red streaking past the marked line. That's new. That's fast. Doxycycline and metronidazole should've held it. Either the dose wasn't enough, the bug's resistant, or the wound's deeper than we thought. Trimethoprim's in the kit. Amoxicillin-clavulanate too. Need to hit it broad and hard now.

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🌿 Jenny08:11

I thought—" (I bite my lip hard enough to taste copper, then hold up the remaining gauze so he can see how saturated it's become with pus.) "The salt water's too cold from the spring.

reach for the pot that's still on the stove from the limpet boil, then hesitate when I remember the water's barely lukewarm, and instead nod toward the generator shed where I've been keeping a small container of heated distilled water for e

💭 peek at the thought

He's reading the notes I wrote in the medevac forms, the copies I tucked away. Fifteen days of antibiotics and I'm still sitting here watching him work instead of planting pocket eight. The infection's already pulling at the sutures, and I can feel the heat in my ankle like a live wire.

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