Disclaimer: I'm sorry! Sorry, Sorry, Sorry! I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner, but I hardly had any time this week. However I did managed to get my first paycheck from my totally awesome boss, Amy. 100 pieces of green paper commissioned by the U.S. government to be currency. Yay me! I really want to thank and give a shout out to HazzardHusker for all of the support, advice, and ideas that she gave me for this chapter. If you value your life, Read her stories!
Winter in Georgia:
Chapter 3
Luke stared up at the ceiling over his bed and sighed. Three hours... He couldn't believe that it had been three hours since he had come home with Bo's medicine. He frowned as he remembered how relieved Uncle Jesse had looked when he had walked through the door with the pills... God only knows what sitting here alone with Bo being so sick for an hour, did to his uncle's spirits.
Luke paused, jolted out of his private thoughts by a noise coming from Bo's side of the room. He sighed again, clambering out of his bed; crossing over to Bo's.
"Aww..., Damn it." He cursed softly. Bo was coughing again.Uncle Jesse had been worried about the cold settling in Bo's chest. Luke found himself reacting without thinking: he sat on the edge of Bo's bed, gently rolling the boy over onto his side, to ease his breathing. He, then, began rubbing small circles into his cousin's back until the hoarse coughs subsided. He stared at what he had just done in surprise. It had been so many years since he had done it, but it still came back to him like second nature
Flashback
Suddenly, Luke wasn't in his bedroom any longer. He was looking into a hospital room. He felt a firm hand on his shoulder; he looked up to see a younger, thinner Uncle Jesse Duke. It was then that Luke realised that he was remembering when Bo went to the hospital after being horribly sick with the flu. He heard a young boy's voice ask,
"Will cousin Bo be alright, Unca' Jesse?" Luke started as he recognized the voice was his. The younger Jesse Duke looked toward the hspital bed where three year-old Bo lay attached to monitors, oxygen, and IV's.
"I don't know, Luke." Jesse's voice was hoarse with unfallen tears.
Luke felt tears come to his eyes as the terrifying and painful memory faded. Bo had nearly died! It was no wonder Bo always complained, even now, about being "babied" whenever he got sick. Jesse and Luke never forgot what could happen if Bo ever had a relaspe. To make things worse, Bo had no memory of being that sick because he was so young, so naturally, he was always slow to tell Luke or Jesse if he was ill.
Luke thought of all the times he and Bo had run Rosco off the road and gotten-off scot-free. Not to mention all the fights they had been through, and how glad he had been to know that Bo always had his back. Tears fell again, and he sobbed silently, as he thought of what his life would be like without Bo in it.
About an hour later, Jesse Duke decided to go in and check on Bo. Moonlight spilled onto Bo's bed, falling upon two sleeping figures. Bo was sound asleep still covered in his quilts and blankets. Propped up against the rear bed-post, also fast asleep. Jesse smiled, there was no separating those two.
(That's three! Sorry again that it took me so long to update, but seriously this week was nuts! I might have a few namby-pamby ideas for Chapter four, but they are nothing without your advice, guys and gals. I'm, in point-of-fact, writing this fic for you, so you deserve to have a say in what you think it should include. Write me reviews with ideas included. HazzardHusker, You rock! Keep writing and giving advice on it. You're awesome! It really helped me out. R&R, Y'all. D of H forever! Love & Laughs,
D-K)