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"Luke. Luke. It's your Uncle Jesse, and Daisy's here, too. Wake up, Luke."

Luke's eyes fluttered open. He looked at Uncle Jesse and smiled weakly.

"Hey Uncle Jesse…Daisy…"

"How ya doin', sugar?" asked Daisy, pressing a kiss to his forehead and trying her best to sound cheerful.

"I've been better on my worst day… what happened?"

"Ya had an accident…" began Jesse.

"An accident? In the General?" asked Luke rubbing his neck.

"Yeah… you don't remember?"

"Uncle Jesse, I can't remember a thing…."

"Well, ya took quite a blow to the head."

Luke gingerly touched his temple and flinched at the tenderness there. He was growing tired, but a question still nagged at him.

"Uncle Jesse, where's Bo at?"

"Eh- you best be getting' some rest, Luke. We'll be back later."

"But I…"

"Get some sleep, honey…" said Daisy as she followed Jesse out of the room.

Something was wrong. Luke just knew it. But he was too tired to think about it much. He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to overtake him.

"Uncle Jesse… I feel bad not tellin' him 'bout Bo," murmured Daisy, closing the door to Luke's room behind her.

"I know ya do, Daisy. But Luke has enough on his plate right now without worryin' 'bout Bo."

Daisy nodded sadly.

Jesse gave her a fatherly hug. "Well, now, let's get to Bo 'fore visitin' hours end."

Daisy couldn't help letting out a cry as she saw Bo for the first time. Her cousin, once so vibrant and full of life, lay deathly still. Various monitors were hooked to him, as well as an IV in each arm and oxygen tube in his nose.

"Uncle Jesse… he… he's so pale…" whispered Daisy.

Jesse could not manage to say anything. He made his way over to his nephew's bed and sat in a chair next to it. Picking up Bo's hand, he gently closed his strong hand over it. He felt his eyes begin to smart as the steady beeps of the monitors drummed on. The tears soon came, while he watched Bo… his youngest nephew… his baby boy…

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Yes sir, Bo was the youngest of all the cousins and was in a fair way of being spoiled. Jesse and Martha had had Bo since he was six months old. He had had, even then, a grin that lit up the room. Everyone was a friend to him.

As he grew, his friendly, outgoing attitude won many friends, as well as his fun-loving nature. He liked helping people, but there was never a fella who got into more trouble by trying to get others out of it! Despite it all, he was considered, by the residents of Hazzard to be a "good ol' boy" at heart. 'Course, even good ol' boys have their faults. Bo had a quick temper and at times was stubborner than a mule…

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That was Bo. Jesse managed a sad smile. He couldn't imagine life without him… and he didn't really care to try.

A nurse entered the room. "I'm sorry but you'll have to leave. Visitin' hours are over."

"Thank-ya," replied Jesse. He couldn't help wondering what Bo would say when he saw how good looking his nurse was… when he got up, that is. He leaned over the bed and kissed Bo's cold cheek. "I'll be back soon, son," promised Jesse. He wiped his eyes quickly with his sleeve and then, taking Daisy's arm, led her out of the room.

Now friends, things ain't lookin' too good for ol' Bo. And them bad guys are still on the loose. Y'all stick around, y'hear?…