AGAIN, NO FAST FORWARDING. WE ARE STILL IN 1982. PICKING UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF. OCD TIME! LUKE IS 26, DAISY 25, AND BO 24. I DON'T OWN THEM.

Jesse was in the kitchen cooking dinner when Luke came in to talk to him.

"I reckon I owe you an explanation for why I just put Bo to bed." Luke started digging through the fruit bowl.

"Yeah, what's wrong with him?" Jesse asked.

"Maudine beat him up. Just a couple bruised ribs is all. But, he did have a few asthma attacks today so, I sent him to bed." Luke replied.

"Did you see the doc?" Jesse asked.

"Yep. He told Bo to take some aspirin and take it easy." Luke replied.

"Then why did you send him to bed?" Jesse looked at him.

"He ain't fighting it is he? I think he could use some rest." Luke finally found an apple that wasn't disgusting.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Jesse went back to his cooking.

"Do you think I'm overprotective, Uncle Jesse?" Luke asked.

"Sometimes you are, but most of the time your intuition is pretty good. You always seem to be able to tell when Bo ain't feeling right." Jesse smiled.

"I guess I just naturally worry about him since, well you know, his asthma and-"

"You don't have to defend yourself, Luke. I'm grateful for your help in taking care of him." Jesse patted Luke's shoulder.

"Hey, y'all, what's for dinner?" Daisy walked into the kitchen.

"We's having chicken and green beans." Jesse replied.

"Ok. Where's Bo?" Daisy asked.

"That little bruise on his chest turned into a large bruise, he had a few more asthma attacks, and so I took him to docs." Luke replied.

"Did doc order him to bed, is he that hurt?" Daisy was upset that she didn't notice it earlier.

"No, I sent him to bed. He looked like he could use some rest." Luke reassured Daisy.

"Oh, ok." Daisy set the table.

"Go get, Bo now, it's time to eat." Jesse said. Luke headed to the bedroom.

"Hey, Bo?" Luke shook him a little.

"Hmm?" Bo asked in his sleep.

"Time for diner."

"No we ain't, and you know it, Rosco." Bo mumbled.

"Bo, wake up." Luke shook harder.

"Yeah?" Bo looked up.

"Time to eat diner."

"Ok." Bo sat up, flinching at the unexpected pain.

"You good?" Luke asked.

"Just fine." Bo got up and followed Luke into the kitchen.

After eating and doing the chores, the Dukes went to bed.

"Hey, Luke, what do you say we go take a drive in the General Lee?" Bo asked after they had been settled in for several minutes.

"At this hour? We're already in bed." Luke turned over.

"Ok, I'll just go then." Bo started to get up.

"No you don't. Stay in bed." Luke got up and pushed Bo back into bed.

"Why?"

"Because, you need to rest." Luke replied.

"I ain't sick, and i ain't even hurt that bad." Bo complained.

"Its night time anyway. Just sleep." Luke ordered.

"Fine." Bo laid on his back and shut his eyes.

"See, it hurts, don't it?" Luke asked.

"What do you mean?" Bo asked.

"You don't usually sleep on your back." Luke replied.

"Ugh." Bo rolled on to his side, instantly regretting it, but not showing that he did.

"Good night, Bo." Luke laughed.

All of the Duke slept fairly well until Luke woke up in the 3 o'clock hour to the sound of raspy breathing. God, not again, can't you give him a break? Luke sighed as he got out of bed to assess Bo's condition. Bo had kicked his blankets off in his sleep and was shivering. Please don't let him have a fever! Luke begged. He reached out to touch his cousin, and was relived to find that he was cold to the touch. Thanks. Luke whispered to God.

"Hey, Bo?" Luke shook him gently. "I hate to have to wake you, but you're wheezing something awful." Luke said when he saw Bo's eyes open.

"I'm ok, just cold." Bo reached for his blanket, that Luke was already pulling around him.

"Does your chest hurt?" Luke asked. No response. "Bo, I said, does your chest hurt?" Luke shook his shoulder.

"Go back to bed, Luke, I'm ok." Bo rolled over, flinching at the sudden, unexpected pain in his chest.

"Sit up, Bo." Luke pulled Bo up and leaned him against the head board.

"C'mon and let me sleep." Bo mumbled.

"Listen to me." Luke put his hand on Bo's the side of Bo's neck.

"I am."

"Good. Now, you're not breathing too good so, I want you to take some of your inhaler ok?" Luke pleaded.

"I don't need it!"

"How many times have you told me that over the years and then ended up suffocating 5 minutes later?" Luke protested.

"Ok. Just a little." Bo reached into the dresser drawer and pulled out his inhaler, used it once, and put it back. Luke listened to Bo breathe for a few minutes.

"You happy, now?" Bo huffed.

"I'm sorry, Bo, I just worry about you, you know? You and Daisy and Uncle Jesse are the only family that I've got. I love y'all so much, and I just don't know what I would do if I lost you, any of you. We Dukes don't have too much, but we have each other. I can't think of a time in my life when I was lower than when all our parents passed away, but you were there to make me feel better and I was there for you. I can't even begin to imagine the pain of losing you." Luke wanted Bo to know that he wasn't trying to be annoying, he just loved him that much.

"Thanks for looking out for me all these years, Luke." Bo smiled at him.

"Hey, you do the same for me." Luke patted Bo's shoulder and headed back to his bed.

The next morning, earlier than the Dukes usually woke up, Bo was the first one awake. He was awaken by a sharp pain in his chest when he went to inhale. He almost gasped, but he caught the sound in his throat: he didn't want to wake poor Luke and get him all worried over nothing... AGAIN. Bo struggled to sit up and catch his breath for a few minutes. He settled into small, shallow breaths that caused the least about of pain. Bo wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew that that wasn't going to be possible so, he pulled his blanket off and picked up a book. Bo looked over at Luke, who was sleeping soundly. He needs sleep. Bo thought. I'll just sneak out of here and do his chores for him. Bo started to get up, but then he stopped. If I get up to do chores, I'll make my condition worse and he'll have more to worry about. Bo laid back down and tired to sleep, for his older cousin's sake.

After about an hour of breathing in glass shards, Bo was sick of it. He quietly pulled his inhaler from the drawer, taking it repeatedly in a desperate effort to relax his lungs and take away the pain that came with such a simple thing as breathing, but the pain was relentless. Oh, great. Bo thought when he felt his stomach turn over and tense in pain. Now, I'm gonna puke all over. Bo quickly, yet quietly snuck off to the bathroom to throw up. He struggled to keep himself steady, as he was very shaky from the inhaler's albuterol. Bo hated the side effects of the medication. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he threw up in the bath tub, but he was making quite a bit of sound, despite his best efforts to keep quiet. Suddenly, the pain in his stomach became much worse and collapsed into a fetal position. Bo tried to suppress his moans and heaves as he started to become unaware.

Luke heard the commotion and rushed into the bathroom. Dang you, Bo. Next time, wake me up, and I'll help you. Luke put a hand on Bo's back and stomach. He felt Bo's stomach still heaving out it's insides. Bo was shaking and mumbling, trying to stop the horrible pain in his stomach. Luke kept a firm hold on him.

"Go back to bed, I'm ok." Bo struggled between uncontrollable sounds.

"No, you need help." Luke picked Bo's head up into his lap and stuck an inhaler in his mouth. Bo coughed and heaved against his own will. Luke put a hand on Bo's chest and talked softly in his ear: "Can you try to breathe? I know you can. Just take a little breath first. You need some of this medicine. I know, it's the reason you're throwing up, but you still need it. I know for a fact you'd rather throw up than suffocate." Luke finally got Bo to take a little breath, then another and a few more, and soon he wasn't heaving anymore, just breathing hard, shaking, and coughing.

"Hurts in my- ahhhh..." Bo tightened his stomach muscles.

"What?" Luke looked down at Bo's pain staked face. Bo curled tighter around the pain and let out a moan. Luke hadn't heard him moan in pain like that since they had been in a car accident and Bo had broken a collar bone and ripped his arm open.

"Un-curl, Bo it makes it worse." Luke forced Bo's curled body to separate.

"Ahhhhh..." Bo moaned, pushing against Luke's hands as he tried to curl into a fetal position once again.

"What's hurting you, cousin?" Luke pressed his hands into Bo's stomach in several places until Bo moaned loudly. "What is it?" Luke asked.

"Let go." Bo struggled to breathe. Luke pushed in to Bo's stomach harder.

"Stop." Bo choked, pulling at Luke's hands.

"I need to make sure you don't have appendicitis." Luke continued pushing on Bo's stomach, receiving moans of all volumes.

"Can't breathe when you do that." Bo complained.

"I know, just a few more." Luke pressed in deeply on Bo's left side.

"Aaaaah.." Bo struggled against the offending hands.

"Oh, that's good." Luke smiled.

"What is?" Bo replied.

"If it hurts here, then it ain't your appendix." Luke replied, releasing his hands from Bo's stomach.

"I'm alright, Luke." Bo looked Luke in the eyes to try to convince him that he was telling the truth.

"How much of that inhaler have you had?" Luke asked.

"Quite a bit." Bo replied. "Thats how I ended up in here throwing up." Bo sighed.

"Are you alright now?" Luke asked.

"Yeah." Bo's stomach still hurt and he was pretty dizzy, but he wasn't about to worry Luke.

"Lets go, come on." Luke helped Bo to his feet and held his arm as they walked back to bed.

"You ok, now?" Luke asked after Bo laid down.

"Yeah." Bo panted.

"You're still not breathing right." Luke sat on Bo's bed.

"My stomach just hurts a little." Bo tensed as Luke placed his hand on his stomach, pushing down.

"Well, you don't have appendicitis." Luke confirmed again for his own sanity.

"I'm ok. I'll just sleep the stomach ache off." Bo rolled over.

"Ok, goodnight." Luke returned to his own bed.