This chapter is dedicated to my awesome faithful readers who stick with me despite work schedules, band practices, illness and travel. Thanks so much! Let me know what you think. I value your opinions so much!! Jordyn

A/N- Someone asked me if I have any other stories similar to this…. I've written quite a few (check out my profile). The most popular was Lost (if you like Witness you will like that too I think.) Hope that answers your questions!

"Bo, honey…wake up…wake up Bo," commanded Daisy softly a few weeks later.

Whimpers escaped the blond as he tossed and turned in his sleep, tears cascading down his cheeks. "No…No…" he muttered in a scared voice.

"Sweetheart you're dreamin' again…c'mon now…" continued Daisy gently.

His nightmares had been plaguing him lately. Bo would never share what his dreams were about, instead always saying that he didn't remember them; his eyes, however, told a different story. Dark circles lined them and the once so innocent and carefree baby-blues now resembled those of a kicked pup, left abandoned in a storm, fearing for its life.

"Bo wake up…please honey…wake up,"

As if on cue, Bo jerked awake sitting up in bed his breathing quick and frightened.

"Bo…you okay sugar?" asked Daisy stroking his hair tenderly.

"D-daisy…"

Daisy nodded a little. "Yeah sweetie…s'me…"

Bo nodded, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks.

"Bo?" asked Daisy softly, her slender fingers resting on his wet cheek. "Musta been a bad dream, huh?"

Bo didn't answer.

"Ya can talk t' me sugar…"

"Ain't…the d-dream," responded Bo with an injured sniff.

Daisy frowned. "What is it then?"

Bo choked in an attempt to keep his voice calm though he felt like screaming. "Luke don't care…"

Did I just hear what I think I heard?

"What?" asked Daisy unable to believe what she just heard.

"He…he don't care about me…" answered Bo in a choked whisper.

Uhuh…I did…

Daisy stared at him incredulously, running a hand through his blond curls. "That's silly Bo…Luke loves you…"

Bo clenched his jaw at that. "No he doesn't! If he did he never woulda said those things he did…"

Daisy looked at him confused. "What things? Bo ya ain't makin' no sense…you told him to get out…to leave ya…"

"He told me he hoped I wouldn't be there when he came back!"

"When did he say…" began Daisy when realization dawned on her, "Bo you know he didn't mean that..."

"Yes he did!! I know he did…if he didn't he'd be here right now…no matter what I said…but he ain't…he don't care!"

"He'd be here if he could Bo…he…he's in a bad way…" began Daisy softly.

Bo looked at her. "What d'ya mean a bad way?"

Daisy looked down, hating to even say the words, as if saying them just might have the power to bring into existence what seemed inevitable. "He's been hurt Bo…"

Bo sat up a little more. "Hurt?! What d'ya mean hurt?!"

Daisy bit her lip. "He…he went for a walk one night…Enos…found him the next morning…he…it... it was a hit an' run Bo…"

Now it was Bo's turn to look surprised, though he had to admit it made sense. After all, he hadn't seen Luke for weeks. His clothes, however, were still in the room, his bed not having been slept in. The younger cousin had assumed he was staying in the barn, but even then that didn't explain the hanging row of blue in the closet. Luke had always been one for consistency, it having been drilled into him in the Marines… and one thing Luke did daily without fail was shower after chores, and change his clothes. It was part of his routine… a routine that Bo now realized had been broken weeks ago.

"A hit an' run?!" yelled Bo when he finally found his voice. "How…how bad…"

Daisy bit her lip.

"How bad Daisy?!" persisted Bo his voice becoming slightly higher in pitch.

"He's in a coma…on…on life support," she answered, the tears in her eyes speaking volumes.

Bo swallowed hard, his trembling hand covering his mouth.

"I… I tried t' tell ya honey…" began Daisy tears in her eyes.

Bo felt sick to his stomach. All this time he had thought that his cousin had deserted him. Now it was clear that Bo had been the deserter all along.

"Wh-where is he?"

"At Tri-County…."

Bo heard no more, pushing himself up and stumbling out of bed.

"Bo…"

"I wanna see Luke!" demanded Bo his jaw stern.

"Honey, I don't know if that's such a good idea…" faltered Daisy, not sure if Bo could handle knowing the whole truth about Luke's condition.

"I don't care!" snapped Bo, beyond reason. "Either you take me there or I'll find another way!" With that he slowly made his way to the door, preparing himself to walk the whole way if necessary.

That there is the reason why I named my mule Bo...

Daisy sighed. "Alright…get in the jeep…take a blanket with you," she added hoping he wouldn't give her any grief about mothering him.

Bo did as told, not wanting to waste a moment arguing, something inside of him telling him that he didn't have a moment to lose.

Jesse watched as the steaming black liquid trickled down into the paper cup. He marveled at how the coffee had become part of his routine. Truth be told, he'd been drinking so much of the stuff lately he was sure the next time he went for a physical, Doc Applebee would find 100 Columbian coffee instead of blood coursing through his veins. He chuckled a little at the thought, storing it up to tell the boys and Daisy later…if there was to be a later for both boys. He sobered at the thought, making his way down to his nephew's room. He stopped frowning as he saw Luke's doctor leaving the room and come towards him. He didn't look happy.

"Mr. Duke…I'd like to speak with you about your nephew…"

"What's wrong?" asked the patriarch slowly.

"You best sit down..." responded the doctor, pointing to a chair in the waiting room.

Not again…I can't look...

You know what to do!