Thanks to all who reviewed! Here is the next chapter. -Jordyn

Jesse and Daisy peeked into Bo's room. Luke was slumped over in the chair next to the bed fast asleep. He was still holding onto Bo's hand.

"I hate to wake 'em, Uncle Jesse," whispered Daisy.

"I'm awake, was just restin' my eyes," said Luke, standing to offer Daisy his chair.

Daisy refused, but asked, "How's he doin'?"

"Why don't ya ask'm yerself?"

"What!"

"He woke up!" Luke laughed aloud as he had not done for weeks.

Bo moaned, the sound of his cousins' voices waking him. Jesse went and stood beside him.

"Bo. It's Uncle Jesse…"

Bo opened his eyes, squinting as they adjusted to the light. He saw his uncle standing over him with tears in his eyes. Bo smiled weakly.

"Well, there ya are. We was wonderin' where ya went an' there ya are. Yer back," began Jesse, patting the boy's arm.

"You ok, honey?" asked Daisy hesitantly. She wanted to give him a big old squeeze, but he looked so fragile now, she hardly dared to try.

Bo saw the tears running down his pretty cousin's cheeks. "Daisy…" he murmured, patting the bed.

Daisy sat beside him, uneasily.

Bo took hold of her hand. "Don't cry."

Daisy smiled a sad, watery smile. "I'm just so glad you're ok, Bo…" began Daisy.

"How ya feelin', Bo?" asked Jesse.

"Sore."

"Can I get ya somethin', cousin?" asked Luke.

"Water?"

"Sure thing. I'll be back," answered Luke, quickly leaving the room. He was back in no time at all. "Here ya go, "said Luke, "made to order."

Bo sipped the cool water Luke held to his mouth.

"Done?" asked Luke.

Bo nodded slightly. He glanced at the happy faces in the room and for the first time noticed all the plants, flowers, balloons and cards that adorned the bleak room.

"Who?" asked Bo, pointing to the décor.

"I guess people like ya, Bo. Pre'near ev'rybody in Hazzard's been prayin' fer ya. That big plant is from Boss himself."

Bo opened his mouth to speak, but Luke continued. "The roses are from Beth Ann Mayfield. She said t' tell ya you still owe her a date… gosh, she's cute."

Bo began to answer but let out a yawn instead.

"Well, we best let ya git back to sleep. We'll come back up later," suggested Jesse.

Bo nodded. His head was aching and, much as he wanted to talk, he wanted sleep more.

"Good to be home?" asked Luke as he pulled up to the farm after picking up Bo from the hospital.

"Yeah," replied Bo.

"Ya need any help?"

"No." Bo slowly opened the door. He was beginning to realize how weak he still was. Just getting out of the truck was tiring him.

"Bo!" yelled Daisy as she ran out to hug him.

"Whoa there, Daisy…" began Luke protectively. "Let him get his balance before…"

"She's fine, Luke!" answered Bo shortly.

"I see you two are getting along as well as ever," said Daisy with a smirk, as she wrapped Bo in a hug.

"You ain't kiddin,'" muttered Luke, as he made his way to the barn. He had chores to do.

"Ya wanna tell me what's goin' on?" asked Daisy as she watched Luke leave and Bo look intently away from him.

"No, I don't."

"Well, Uncle Jesse is inside. He made a special lunch for ya. Maybe you'll feel better after ya get some good home-cookin'."

Bo didn't answer. He slowly made his way into the house.

"Well, there ya are! We've been waitin' fer ya," said Jesse, hugging his nephew with both hands. "Lunch'll be ready in…"

"No thanks, Uncle Jesse. I ain't hungry."

"It's crawdad bisque, your favorite…"

"Dang it, Uncle Jesse! I said I ain't hungry! Will ya just leave me be!"

"Bo Duke, you better…"

"No, Daisy," said Jesse as he watched Bo go into his room and shut the door. "He's just not himself yet. It'll take time. C'mon set the table. Lunch is 'bout ready."

Y'all ever hear of a Duke refusing to eat Uncle Jesse's crawdad bisque? There's a fly in the buttermilk, somewhere. Y'all stay tuned.