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Three long hours after Breanna's departure, Cooter was beginning to get nervous. His nervousness was projecting onto Jazzy, and she was getting restless.
She threw her Raggedy Ann doll at Cooter. "Where's my mommy?" She demanded. "I want Mommy. Now."
Cooter sighed. "Uh, she went out fer awhile," he said, handing her back the doll. "Let me try ta git a hold of 'er, 'kay?" He slowly made his way over to the CB and said a silent prayer of thanks that the CB was out of Jazzy's earshot. He didn't want to make her worried like he was.
"Bre," he said. "Ya out there, Bre? Come back Bre!" Seconds, or maybe minutes, Cooter couldn't tell went by before he tried something else.
"Breaker one, breaker one," he said. "I may be crazy but I ain't dumb, Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrazay Cooter comin' atcha. Any Dukes out there on the Hazzard Net? Come back."
"Ya got Lost Sheep one here, how can I help ya Cooter? Ya sound upset," Luke commented.
"I had a real large argument with Bre, and she took off over three hours ago and she seems ta have—"
The phone cut him off as it began to ring. "Hang on, Luke, phone's ringin'. Might be Bre."
Cooter rushed to the phone. "Bre?" he said automatically. The voice that answered his was not Bre's but it belonged to a man.
"No, I'm sorry. This is Dr. Johnson down at Tri-County General Hospital. Is this Cooter Davenport?"
"Uh—yeah," Cooter said, suddenly becoming more nervous. He knew right away something was terribly wrong.
"I'm sorry, but we have a Breanna Davenport here. Ya know her?"
"She's my sister. What's wrong, Doc?"
"It appears she was a victim in an automobile accident," the doctor regretfully informed him. "She's in the ICU, she's in coma."
Cooter was stunned into silence. After a moment, he found his voice.
"Thank you, Dr. Johnson." He hung up.
Balladeer: I don' know 'bout ya'll, but I sure wouldn't wanna be a Duke or a Davenport taday.
"Luke?" he said, going back to the CB. "Bre was in an accident. Would ya please come down ta Tri-County and watch Bre's daughter for me?
"Sure. Jazzy's a real sweetheart. Oh man, hope Bre's gonna be okay." Luke himself was starting to get worried. "Over an' out, Crazy C."
Balladeer: Wow. Cooter's so outta it he don't even notice Luke already know she's gotta child.
Cooter made his way back to the living room to pick up Jazzy. "Come on Jazzy, honey," he said, picking the curious child. "We's gonna go fer a ride."
Meanwhile, back at the Duke farm, Luke had to try and figure out a way to get to the hospital, since the General Lee was at Cooter's Garage.
"Daisy," he said desperately as Daisy walked by with a load of laundry.
"I need you ta drive me ta the hospital."
"Sure," Daisy said. "Why?"
What Luke didn't know was that Bo was in the hallway, listening to them.
"Seems Breanna was in some sorta car accident. From what I can tell from Cooter, she's in pretty bad shape. I don't know the details, though."
Bo chose this moment to join the conversation. "No, Luke. Say it ain't so." He looked ready to let the tears fall.
"I'm so sorry, Bo," Luke said remorsefully. "You can come with me if ya want. I'm just supposed to watch Jazzy fer Cooter while he gets things straightened out."
"It's all my fault," Bo said.
"Oh no, Bo," Daisy said in a pleading voice. "Don't start beating yerself up, please."
"But it is," Bo cried out. "I shouldn't of gotten mad at her. I shoulda talked to 'er."
Less than half an hour later, Bo, Luke, and Daisy arrived at the hospital. Cooter had gotten there and was standing at the front desk trying to get more information about his sister. Luke spotted Jazzy sitting on the floor next to Cooter, looking confused. Daisy saw her, too.
"Is that the daughter?" Daisy inquired.
Bo nodded. "That's Jazzy alright." They made their way over to the pair, and Luke tapped Cooter on the shoulder, who turned around to show yet another broken man.
"Hey, Coot," Luke said. "Any more news?"
Cooter shook his head sadly before letting out a deep sigh. "Nah. Nothin'."
So they sat down and waited for a few hours. No one talked, Jazzy slept, and everyone was nervous. Daisy got a pack of M&M's. Finally Luke suggested that Cooter go home and get some rest.
"I can't do that, Luke," he argued. "I gotta stay with Jazzy, an' she should be hear if Bre wakes up. She'll wanna se her daughter."
"I'll stay here an' watch her," Bo said. Somehow, he had managed to get in a little sleep, so he figured no one would object. "I wanna be here too, I want Bre ta know I ain't mad at her."
"That's not a half-bad idea, Cooter. Lemme drive ya back ta yer place, an' Daisy'll follow in Dixie."
A few minutes, a couple arguments, and a couple of thrown M&M's later, Daisy, Luke, and Bo had convinced Cooter to go home, and Jazzy would stay with Bo.
Not too long after they left, Jazzy sat up, now wide-awake.
"Hi Bo," she said cheerfully. Then she realized no one else was there. "Where'd everybody go?"
"They, uh, they went bye-bye," Bo said to the child. "They'll be back later. For now it's just us two."
"Where's mommy?" she asked. "I know somethin' bad happened. Why don' anybody tell me?" She looked up at Bo using the sad puppy eyes.
Bo had always been a weak one when it came to the sad puppy eyes. It might be because he used to give them so well. "Well," he began to explain, "um, ya see Jazzy, uh, Mommy's here."
"In the hostijal?" she asked, saying hospital wrong.
"Yeah, here. In the hospital. She's got some really, really bad owies and the doctors are helping them get better. An' she, uh, is sleeping, so she's not gonna wake up fer a real long time."
Balladeer: Well, looks like ol' Bo managed to explain all that ta a three-year-old. Ya'll reckon he'll make a good daddy someday? I do.
"I wanna see my mommy," she said.
"Wanna hear somethin' funny that Bo did taday?" Bo asked, in attempt to cheer the child up. When he got an eager nod out of Jazzy, he continued.
"Remember how mean I was to yer mommy earlier?" Jazzy nodded once more. "Well, I was feelin' real sorry 'bout that when I was drivin' my car. I accidentally drove into a pond." He got a little laughter out of the girl. "Don't tell anybody though, 'kay?"
"I won't," she said, still laughing. Then they sat in complete silence for a few moments. Jazzy broke the silence, much less jovial than she was before. "Bo, I want my Mommy!" she wailed. She reached to grab the Raggedy Ann doll, but realized she left it at home. "I want my dolly, too."
Bo grabbed the child and held her comfortingly in his arms. "Shh, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna see Mommy soon. For now, what d'ya say we go to the gift shop and get another dolly?"
"Okay, Bo." Bo carried Jazzy in his arms down to the gift shop. They searched for a few moments before Jazzy pointed to a purple average-sized teddy bear.
"I want that one," she said. Bo grabbed it off the shelf.
"I don' see why not," he responded. They went and paid for the bear.
Bo and Jazzy spent a couple more hours hanging out, and finally the doctor came and told Bo he could take Jazzy in to see her mom. But first, the doctor had to explain to both of them in 3-year-old talk about how not be scared, but Breanna was hooked up to all those tangly wires and stuff that doesn't look pretty.
Jazzy still cried though, when she saw how scary her mommy looked under all that.
Balladeer: Poor Bo don' look much better off than Jazzy does, does he?
Bo pulled up a chair, sat down, and set Jazzy in his lap. They both sat there in stunned silence, the only sound was the beeping of Breanna's heart monitor and an occasional sniffle from Jazzy. Bo held her tight in his arms, and before long, they were both asleep.
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