Now Luke knew why Bo had been acting crazy. The drawer was where he used to keep his asthma inhaler, and if Luke could remember right, there was still one in there.

"Uncle Jesse! Come over here and sit with him!" Luke commanded, leaving Bo alone only a second as he went through the drawer contents himself. Jesse quickly took his place, sliding one arm under Bo's neck and holding one of his hands, gritting his teeth against the pain as Bo crushed his hand with all the strength he had.

"Try to calm down, Bo. You're gonna be alright." Jesse soothed him, although he himself was worried.

"There it is, Luke!" Daisy exclaimed, pointing under Bo's bed where some of the contents had scattered.

Luke quickly looked and plucked up the inhaler, taking a fraction of a second to note the rust that had appeared on parts of it. Mentally crossing his fingers, he put the mouthpiece between Bo's lips and hit the pump.

"Breathe Bo." Jesse ordered as Bo took a deep breath. "Again Luke."

Luke pumped it again as Bo breathed deeply. Luke let out the breath he had been holding as Bo began to calm down.

There you are, just stay here and keep breathing deeply." Jesse commanded.

After a few moments, the youngest Duke rose into a sitting position. The first person he focused on was Daisy, who was brushing tears from her eyes.

"Oh now don't look at me like that, Daisy." Bo said as he breathed deeply. "I don't want nobody feelin' sorry for me."

"It's not that Bo, it's just that it was so scary." She admitted, trembling.

"I'm sorry." Bo replied, looking at everybody. "I guess I didn't grow outta that stuff after all."

"Ya ain't got nothin' to be sorry about,but it is peculiar." Jesse replied. "With all this rain, you'd think the pollen would be down. There were always two things that set ya off as a kid. Bein' in a bunch of pollen and…." He paused, looking at Bo with a knowing expression. "……..bein' real upset about somethin'."

Luke sighed, looking at his cousin. "Bo, you was dreamin' again, wasn't you?"

"Luuuuuke." Bo trailed off, shaking his head 'no' slightly at his cousin to tell him to be quiet.

"That's the third time in as many days, Jesse!" Luke continued. "Now you can't expect us to think it was no lake dream again."

"Luke, you promised you wasn't gonna say nothin'!" Bo complained.

Jesse looked at Bo as Bo pressed his forehead to his knees. He then turned his gaze to Luke. "Why wasn't I told about this?"

"'Cause I didn't want you to worry, Uncle Jesse." Bo explained. "Ain't no need to. I'm sure it'll all pass 'fore we know it."

Jesse sighed, reaching to put a loving, knowing hand on Bo's head. "Last week?" He asked, not receiving a reply. After a moment, he continued with. "Guess it didn't all turn out quite as well as we'd hoped, huh?"

"It ain't no big deal, Jesse. It all could've turned out a lot worse."

"Oh you won't hear me arguin' against that. But I do think it would be a good idea if you went into town in the morning and saw Doc Appleby."

Bo looked at him with a pained expression. "Don't do me that way, Uncle Jesse! I don't need to talk to him. I'm just dreamin', I ain't goin' crazy!"

"Well who said ya were? You've come through things before and I know you'll come through this. But that don't mean we can't get ya a new inhaler just in case this wasn't an isolated incident."

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The next day, Luke drove Bo to Doc Appleby's office. The elder Duke just couldn't bring himself to let Bo go anywhere alone just yet. Not after what had happened last time.

"Dang it, Luke I feel like a little kid!" Bo sulked in the passenger seat. "First Uncle Jesse calls Doc Appleby ahead to tell him I'm coming, then you get in the drivers seat to take me there! It's like ya'll don't trust me to go!"

"It ain't that, Bo. It's just that...well...last week affected all of us. We can't help wanting to know where you are and that you're alright. It's gonna take some time for all of us to get over the whole thing."

"Yeah well…….." Bo trailed off as he looked out the window. "Do you think you can at least let me walk into his office by myself?"

Luke laughed. "Well I think I might be able to manage that. I'll go over and see Cooter, let him have a look at the cam shaft and see if he can't get the General runnin' a little smoother."

"Thank you." Bo replied with a smirk as the boys pulled up to Cooter's garage. They climbed out and started walking- Luke headed for the garage and Bo headed for the doctor's office that was located in one of the rooms at the hotel.

"I'll be waitin' for ya!" Luke assured him.

"I'm sure you will." Bo shot back as he jogged across the square.

Moments later, Bo was taking the steps two at a time as he ascended the hotel staircase to the third floor where the doctor's office was. Once he got there, he opened the door and went in to find Doc Appleby in a conversation with an unknown man.

"……..overall decent health. 'Course the weight is concerning, but that's why you're here." Doc Appleby trailed off as he saw Bo enter. "Ah Bo! Come in. Your Uncle Jesse told me I should be expecting you."

"Mornin' Doc Appleby." Bo replied, offering the stranger a nod.

Doc Appleby turned to his companion. "Sorry for the interruption, Tom, but I always make time for my most important patients." He slapped Bo on the back. "Bo, this is Dr. Tom Dewberry from Atlanta. He's a hypnotist- here to help Boss Hogg with his diet."

"Well, a doctor of psychology, specializing in hypnotism." Dr. Dewberry replied, shaking Bo's hand.

"Help Boss Hogg with his diet? Heck, if you can do that, mister, I wouldn't call you a hypnotist, I'd call you a miracle worker!" Bo announced, bringing laughter to the room.

After the laughter died down, Homer Appleby turned back to Dr. Dewberry. "This shouldn't take too long, Tom. You're welcome to wait if you would like."

"Thank you. I think I will." Tom replied, settling onto the couch.

Moments later, Bo and Doc Appleby were in the small examining area, which was separated from the rest of the hotel room only by several oversized hospital curtains.

"So Bo, your Uncle Jesse tells me you had an asthma attack last night. It's been quite a few years since that's happened, hasn't it?"

"Uh yes sir." Bo replied as Doc Appleby listened to his chest with a stethoscope. "It was probably just a one time thing, but we thought we better have a new inhaler on hand, just in case."

"I think that's an excellent idea." Doc Appleby replied, taking the stethoscope off his ears and putting it around his neck. "Of course, you want to avoid things that could trigger an asthma attack, prevent it from happening in the first place. Do you know what set it off?"

"Well…." Bo trailed off, looking at Doc Appleby. He then sighed. "I guess I could think up a real good lie to tell ya, but I imagine Uncle Jesse's already told you what happened."

Doc Appleby patted his shoulder reassuringly. "It's nothing to get excited over, Bo. After what you went through, nightmares are to be expected. As a matter of fact, I'd be surprised if you didn't have them."

"Well that don't make it any better, Doc. How long you think they're gonna last?"

"It's hard to say. It's not unheard of that you could have these dreams from time to time throughout the rest of your life."

"The rest of my life!" Bo exclaimed.

Doc Appleby frowned. "Well not every night, Bo. Even if you do, they'll continue to let up in frequency."

Bo was disheartened. He looked at Doc Appleby. "Well I suppose that's somethin' I'll have to live with, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't say nothin' to the family. I mean, if you could see the look on their faces last night……" Bo trailed off.

Doc Appleby smiled and nodded. "I understand. But if you need anything, and I mean anything, you give me a call. Day or night. Understand?"

After Bo had nodded, Doc Appleby commenced to write a prescription for an inhaler out on his pad, tearing off the top copy and handing it to Bo. He then pushed the curtain back and headed out into the room.

"Thanks again, Doc." Bo smiled as he walked out the room, offering another nod to Dr. Dewberry before he closed the door.

"Now, where were we?" Doc Appleby asked, sitting next to Dr. Dewberry.

"Homer, if you don't mind my asking, what's going on with that young man?"

"Now Tom, you know the oaths we take. I can't tell you."

"Well I think even you know those curtains there don't exactly workas soundproof barriers." Dr. Dewberry pointed out.

Doc Appleby looked at the examining area and sighed. "Well all I can really tell you, on top of what you heard, is that he went through an emotionally traumatic time last week. It'll take him some time to get over it on his own, but I know Bo Duke real good. He'll come out just fine."

"Oh I'm sure he will." Dr. Dewberry replied. "Well, I had a chance to go over my paperwork during that examination, and that's all the information I needed on…" He flipped through his papers to look for the name. "…….Mr. Hogg. Thank you, Homer." He ended by standing and shaking the doctor's hand before he headed out the door.

Once he got outside, he put his things in his car. He then went over to a nearby pay phone. Depositing some change inside, he dialed.

"Yes, Amanda. Get me Dr. Foster……….Hey George. Tom here. You know that little experiment we've been wanting to conduct?" He trailed off as he looked across the square to the garage where Bo and Luke were ducked under the hood of the General along with Cooter.

"I just found the perfect volunteer."

I don't know about ya'll, but somethin' tells me that experiment ain't gonna be about comparing' the taste of no sody pops.