As Settles turned to concentrate on the cooler, it gave Cooter the opportunity to rush up to him unnoticed. Knocking the gun out of his hand, he gave the doctor a right punch that sent him sprawling to the ground. As sirens sounded in the distance once again and Settles struggled on the ground against his pain, Cooter looked over the bridge, down into the waters of the Chattahoochee River.

Had the contents of that cooler not been so valuable, Cooter would have stayed long enough to give Settles the treatment he really deserved. But the recent Atlanta rains had caused the river to swell and take on characteristics of the rapids, sending the cooler on a swift path to the southern section of the metropolis.

With no time to waste, Cooter didn't hesitate before jumping over the side of the bridge. It wasn't until he'd already made the jump that he thought of the fact that not all of the river had deep spots suitable for such a leap. But luck was with him when his landing produced a hardy splash instead of a thud and he soon found himself swimming in the direction of the bobbing cooler.

The river was fast. Cooter had to be faster.

Seeing that the cooler was indeed staying afloat, at least his worry was more with keeping up with it rather than having to worry about any contamination of the organ. Yet it had been a long day, and his body began to become rather verbal in it's demand for rest.

But concentrating on the fact of what that small package could deliver, Cooter dug deep into his himself for his final energy reserves and swam forward with the river under renewed strength. The extra burst of energy allowed him to close the remaining gap with the cooler and he reached out for it with one arm while he continued to paddle with the other. After several agonizing seconds, his fingers finally curled around the handle. As he took a much needed rest, he simply hugged the package close as the waters continued to push him downstream.

But quickly realizing that any time wasted could mean the difference between being able to use the organ or having to discard it, Cooter set out to search for a suitable exit from the river.

Spying a rocky area to the side of the river ahead, Cooter clutched the cooler and began maneuvering over there. After several long minutes of struggle, he finally grasped at one of the outermost rocks, swinging the cooler to firm ground. Pulling himself up, he lifted one leg up onto the rocks when suddenly, he felt himself being pulled back into the river!

For a moment, Cooter found himself completely submerged, being held under by a force from above. The fact that he had been unprepared for the dunk and he hadn't had time to take a breath needed for such an event offered him an extra burst of metabolism, allowing him to force his way out of the water once again.

Taking in a much needed breath, Cooter cleared his eyes just in time to see a drenched Dr. Settles throwing a punch his way. Caught off guard yet again, Cooter felt himself falling backwards into the river and the doctor attempting to hold him down once again. Now that he knew what was going on, anger gave him the extra surge of adrenaline he needed to get out of the mess.

Pushing himself back to the surface, Cooter caused Dr. Settles to fall backwards himself. Pulling up again, the doctor clutched a river rock in his hand which he threw, catching Cooter directly in his right eye. Grabbing at that eye, Cooter made his best attempt to clean it of the dirt, water, blood and pain as Settles hoisted himself up on the rocks, grabbed the cooler, and began to run.

Still rubbing at the eye, Cooter managed to also drag himself up on the rocks. Even fatigued, the rugged country boy was more used to the rocky terrain that the city doctor, and it didn't take long for him to close in on Settles.

"Settles!" He shouted out as the doctor jumped a guardrail that separated the river from a highway nearby. No one could have been more surprised that the mechanic when the doctor actually stopped.

Cooter took the cautious avenue and slowly approached the grieving doctor as car horns blared as they passed, fearful that Settles would step out into the road.

"You don't understand do you?" Settles shouted back, turning to face Cooter. "He didn't want it. Wouldn't take it. Bo and I both tried to talk some sense into him but he wouldn't listen. If it weren't out, he'd still refuse it. It should belong to someone who would want it!"

"Luke didn't take it because he was concerned for Bo! Being hooked up to that machine for the rest of his life was the price he was willing to pay if it meant that Bo wouldn't be in any danger!"

Settles only slightly shook his head as Cooter slowly walked forward. "But you see, all that's changed now." Cooter tried to explain. "Luke can't hurt Bo by accepting the kidney, not anymore. Since it won't make a difference for Bo anymore, I know he'd be thrilled to accept it."

Cooter began to see a glimmer of hope as he stepped over the guardrail himself, seeing that Settles at least appeared to be processing the information. "So you see, it's just wrong to hang on to that cooler any longer. The contents of that container rightfully belong to Bo, and Bo, he's a good guy in all of this. From the very beginning, he could have sought out any surgeon he wanted to perform the transplant. Kilmer may not have been interested, but I assure you, others would have. And he could have looked for them. But he didn't. He chose you because he wanted to help his cousin, but he wanted to help you too. He wanted to allow you to do this so you could see if it would work, to let you find out if that was the answer for curing your daughter. He's an innocent victim in all of this. Just because Rebekka doesn't need that organ any more, don't punish Bo by allowing that kidney to go to waste, not when someone in his own family needs it!"

For a few seconds the two men stood there, neither moving or saying anything. Finally, Cooter saw another glimmer of hope as Settles slowly bent down and placed the cooler softly on the ground.

And that hope quickly turned to horror when Settles instantly jumped into the first lane of traffic!

"Settles!" Cooter exclaimed, rushing for the doctor as he stood there, waiting for the next car to come barreling by.

Cooter ignored the car horn blaring behind him as he rushed forward. Pulling the doctor by the arm, the last thing he could really comprehend before blackness overtook him was the sound of tires squealing as he and the doctor ended up on the opposite side of the guardrail once again!

This story's got more blackouts than the customers who pay their bill five minutes late at Hogg's Electric Company.