1982. LUKE IS 26, DAISY 25, AND BO 24. AH, MUCH BETTER. AND NOW FOR THE ANNOYING LINE: I DON'T OWN THE DUKES OF HAZZARD. AIN'T IT A CRYING SHAME, THO? OH AND BY THE WAY 'BANAMINE' IS LIKE ADVIL FOR HORSES IF U DIDN'T KNOW. YEA, U'LL WANNA KNOW THAT WHEN U READ THE STORY.

ANYWAY I'LL SHUT MY BIG MOUTH NOW, TIME FOR THE STORY…

It was summertime in Hazzard County. Jesse was out in the back 40, Luke was in the barn, cleaning Maudine's stall, Daisy was working at the Boar's Nest, and Bo was chopping wood.

"Hey, Bo?" Luke called from the barn.

"What is it?" Bo set the axe down and picked up his shirt to wipe his face with.

"Come here a minute!"

"Coming." Bo walked over to the barn.

"What do you make of this?" Luke pointed to a section of bloody hay in Maudine's stall.

"Lets check her over for injuries." Bo suggested.

"Good idea." The two Dukes checked the mule thoroughly for injury.

"Found it." Bo told Luke.

"Good, where?"

"Under my hand."

"Lift it up." Bo removed his hand from the Mule, revealing a medium sized cut on the inside of her left hind leg.

"Let's clean and wrap it up." Luke headed to the house for supplies. Luke returned and between the two of them, they put a half decent wrapping on the Mule's leg. It took one to hold her back and the other to do the wrapping.

"We's all out of painkillers to give here, and I'd hate to use Uncle Jesse's emergency medicinal shine." Luke said. "I'll head in to town and pick up some more banamine. Wanna come?" Luke asked, heading toward the General Lee.

"Nah, I gotta finish chopping that wood or Uncle Jesse's gonna skin me alive." Bo headed back towards the wood.

"Ok, just make sure you take a break every now and then. You wouldn't wanna-"

"I know, I know." Bo rolled his eyes.

"Speaking of which, do you have an inhaler?" Luke questioned as he climbed into the car.

"Yeah, I've got a dang inhaler." Bo replied.

"Alright, see you in a few." Luke drove off. Bo chopped wood for a while, until he heard Maudine making a ruckus in her stall. He ran over to see what the matter was. When he got to her stall, he saw that she had gotten her injured leg stuck under the stall door.

That's how she hurt herself. Bo reasoned. "It's ok, girl, I'm gonna help you." Bo started to try to work her leg free from the stall door. Once her leg was free, the mule trotted to the other end of her stall, bandage dangling and leg bleeding. Bo got some more wrap and climbed over the fence into the stall.

"Come here, girl." Bo motioned for the mule to come to him. Instead of complying and coming over like a nice little mule, Bo had to chase her around the stall for 15 minutes until he was able to re wrap her leg. Bo climbed out of the stall and laid down next to some hay bales. He was exhausted and short of breath. I'll get up to get my inhaler from the wood pile after I take a little nap. Bo promised himself, closing his eyes.

At the Boar's Nest, Daisy was heading home early because Boss had to close for the day due to a huge bar room brawl that destroyed the place. Daisy pulled up in her jeep and headed in the house.

"Where is everyone? Bo, Luke, Uncle Jesse?" Daisy went out to the barn.

"Where are y'all?" She felt something under her foot, she looked down: she was stepping on Bo's arm. "What are you doing, Bo?" Daisy knelt next to Bo laughing, stopping when she realized that he was unconscious. "Bo?" Daisy shook him.

"Daisy?" Bo tried to say.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" Daisy helped him sit up. Bo tried to take a breath to speak, but realized that that wasn't going to be possible just now. Recognizing what was happening, Daisy pulled an inhaler from her purse and put it in his mouth. "Deep breath." She instructed, running her fingers through his sweaty hair.

"Can't."

"You have to." Daisy coaxed. She finally got him to take a few shallow breaths and accept some medication.

"I'm alright now." Bo coughed.

"Just a few more, sugar." Daisy handed Bo the inhaler, seeing that he was getting into 'I can do it myself' mode.

"Are you ok?" Daisy asked after Bo took it a few more times.

"Yeah." Bo struggled to stand up so, Daisy helped him.

"Thanks. Sorry." Bo panted.

"Don't be sorry. You can't help it." Daisy helped Bo into the house.

"You're still not breathing right." Daisy remarked.

"I'm ok." Bo drank some water.

"Is that cold?" Daisy asked.

"Yes."

"Don't drink cold water right after an attack." Daisy reminded him.

"Ugh, I can't take this!" Bo raised his voice, causing his breathing to worsen.

"Calm down, you're gonna get into it all over again." Daisy warned, but it was too late. Bo was already coughing his lungs out into his elbow.

"I hate this." Bo rasped.

"I know you do." Daisy handed him the inhaler again, which he took several times before saying: "It's not helping."

"What do you mean?"

"What I said." Bo leaned heavily against the wall as he choked for air.

"Sit down." Daisy helped him to sit on the kitchen floor.

"I can't breathe." Bo leaned on Daisy, who stuck the inhaler in his mouth.

"Relax, honey." Daisy could feel Bo's tight, sweaty muscles. "Loosen up, you're too tense." Daisy rubbed Bo's sweaty, sun tanned shoulder. Bo was dizzy from the lack of oxygen and nauseous and shaky from having had so much of the inhaler that day. He leaned on Daisy's shoulder and closed his eyes as she helped him breathe.

"I think I can breathe now," Bo spoke up. "but I'm really nauseous." Bo's hands were shaking and his stomach was turning.

"Do you think you can walk over to the bath tub with my help?" Daisy asked.

"I can try." Bo stood up next to Daisy.

"Are you ok?" Daisy steadied his body.

"I don't think I can do it." Bo doubled over and fell to his knees, gagging. Daisy quickly got a kitchen pot and put it under neath his face. Bo threw up for a good 10 minutes straight, until all there was were dry heaves.

"Stop now, there's nothing left." Daisy wiped his mouth.

"I think I'm gonna pass out." Bo admitted. Daisy lowered him to a laying position, his head in her lap, and stroked his hair.

"Deep breaths, and try to relax." Daisy noticed a small bruise on Bo's chest: she'd have to ask him about it later.

"I'm kind of hot." Bo told Daisy.

Daisy took another cold rag that she had prepared when Bo had started throwing up and wiped his face down.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, honey." Daisy replied.

A little while later, Luke pulled up, slipped out of the General and headed over to Maudine's stall. He put some of the banamine in a bucket of grain and fed it to her.

I guess Bo took my advise and went inside for a break. Luke thought to himself as he walked over to the house

"What are you two doing on the floor?" Luke asked as he walked in.

"Guess." Daisy pointed at Bo, who was now asleep in her lap, but he was still wheezing a little.

"He told me he had his inhaler with him!" Luke was disappointed in Bo for lying to him.

"I saw it over by the wood. He must have come into the barn for something and had the attack there." Daisy defended the unconscious Bo.

"I can't leave you alone for even half an hour." Luke laughed, looking at Bo.

"Can you help me get him on to the couch?" Daisy squirmed under her younger, yet larger cousin.

"Sure." Luke picked Bo up and carried him over to the couch.