<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tim had to laugh at Kate's demand for a weapon, and dug in a pocket until he produced a spare folding knife.  He glanced around -- very obviously, almost comically, and slipped it to her, gesturing for her to put it under her pillow.<br/>
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<i>I'm just keeping you from breaking Rule 9.  As for the pool -- I think Ducky had today.  I'll check with Jimmy, he's running the pool.  I'll be back soon.</i><br/>
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Tim gave her a final wave, and walked out of her hospital room.  He stopped at the nurse's station to pass on Kate's request for a female nurse to help her, and then made his way to Best Buy.  He debated over various models for longer than he'd intended before purchasing a tablet, several styluses, and a case with an attached keyboard.  He paid for it himself, though he had no intention of admitting that.  He wasn't hurting for cash... though no one had picked up his novel yet, he'd sold several novellas and even some erotica... enough to allow him to buy his friend (family?  sister?) something to make her recovery easier.</span></span>