1982. I DON'T OWN THE DUKES OF HAZZARD. I DO HAVE A SMALL MODEL GENERAL LEE THOUGH… and when I'm 18 I'm gonna pay 2,000 bucks to go to JSS and ride in a General Lee with John Schneider. ANYWAY, ON WITH THE STORY!

Bo had fallen asleep on the couch after Luke had put the brace on him so, Luke went to go finish his chores out in the barn. Daisy had followed him out there: she wanted to talk to him.

"Luke? Can we talk for a minute?" Daisy asked.

"Sure, what's going on?" Luke turned to look at Daisy.

"I don't know why, but lately I've really been missing Aunt Lavinia." Daisy wiped her eyes.

"Oh, Daisy." Luke wrapped his arms around her.

"I can't seem to shake the sadness, today, Luke." Daisy cried into her older cousin's arms. One year, but still, older.

"I miss her sometimes, too. You just gotta remember that she's in a better place now." Luke held back his own tears.

"Everyone says that, Luke! I know this sounds really selfish, but what about us down here? We have to go on living without her!" Daisy sobbed.

"I know, it gets hard sometimes, not having any parents and Aunt Lavinia passing on, but we've still got Uncle Jesse." Luke rubbed Daisy's back.

"What about Bo? One of these days he's just gonna die!" Daisy cried.

So that's what's bugging her. Frankly, it was bugging him, too.

"Bo ain't gonna die any time soon. He's just a little hurt, but he's a Duke. He's got at least 12 lives." Luke chuckled.

"One day he's gonna be all alone with no inhaler, he'll have an attack, and that will be the end of him!" Daisy sobbed.

"He's made it 19 years with asthma so far, 'sides, he's a grown man, now. He can take care of himself." Luke was a little worried about that scenario himself, but he knew he needed to calm Daisy down.

"One day he just ain't gonna make it." Daisy cried in Luke's arms.

"Now, Daisy, stop thinking like that." Luke rubbed her back.

"I can't help it! You worry on him all the time, can't you understand how I feel?" Daisy cried.

"I know, I know. We all get to worrying on him." Luke held her close.

"God can't take Bo away from us, he just can't!" Daisy cried.

"He didn't! Bo's right in there sleeping just as we speak. His heart is beating and he's breathing. You can't get anymore alive than that." Luke comforted.

"God didn't have any trouble taking our parents and out aunt, why not our baby cousin?" Daisy cried.

"Relax, Daisy, you're all worked up." Luke calmed her.

"I wanna go see him." Daisy said.

"Okay, lets go." Luke pulled back and put his arm over Daisy's shoulders as they walked back to the house.

When they walked into the living room, there lay Bo: chest still rising and falling and heart still beating.

Daisy looked at her baby brother's sweaty face. Please, don't ever take him away from me, God, please! Daisy silently prayed.

"Why does he have to be so hurt?" Daisy put her hand on Bo's sweaty forearm: Bo had been sweating a lot earlier when he was in pain.

"He'll be alright, Daisy, he's sleeping peacefully. He ain't in no pain right now." Luke rubbed Daisy's shoulder.

"What if he don't wake up?" Daisy was getting irrational.

"Come here, Daisy." Luke took Daisy's hand and led her to the head of the couch, placing her hand on Bo's neck so she could feel his pulse, and her other hand on his chest so she could feel him breathing.

"He's alive, Daisy." Luke let go of Daisy's hands and let her feel Bo live. Daisy sat in silence feeling Bo breathe and his heart beating for a good five minutes.

"That's what I do when I get scared for his life. Uncle Jesse showed me that when he first got diagnosed. I just need to feel him live sometimes." Luke smiled at Daisy who was removing her hands and giving Luke a hug.

"Thank you, Luke." Daisy kissed Luke's cheek.

"No problem, Daisy."

Luke and Daisy went back to finish the chores, and Jesse started cooking dinner.

Bo woke up about a half hour before dinner. He could hear Jesse in the kitchen.

"Uncle Jesse?"

"Yeah, boy?" Jesse walked into the room.

"It hurts." Bo mumbled.

"How badly, son?" Jesse walked in.

"I don't know, not too bad." Bo shrugged.

"Well, if it's bad enough for you to tell me, I think I should give you some pills." Jesse picked up the bottle. "When did you take your last two?" Jesse asked.

"You'd have to ask Luke." Bo yawned. "But, don't bother him, I can wait."

"You'll do no such thing. I'll go ask him now." Jesse headed out to the barn.

"Luke, when was the last time Bo had meds?" Jesse asked.

"Is he in pain?" Luke asked, dropping what he was doing.

"Yeah, and by the look on his face, it ain't no stubbed toe." Jesse replied.

"He had his last dose like 3.5 hours ago." Luke said.

"Oh, then he can have some more now." Jesse walked towards the house.

"Tell him I'll be in soon to take off his brace and ice and heat his injury. That'll make him feel better." Luke called.

"Okay, I will." Jesse went inside and back to the couch.

"Alright, Bo, here you go." Jesse handed Bo two pills and a glass of water.

"Thanks a heap." Bo downed the pills.

"You okay?" Jesse didn't like the look on Bo's face.

"Yeah, this brace kinda hurts." Bo shifted.

"Oh, about that, Luke says he'll take it off to tend to your injury in a few minutes." Jesse replied.

"I hope he don't rush though whatever he's doing just to look after me." Bo looked down.

"I'm sure whatever he's doing ain't even half as important as you." Jesse ruffled Bo's hair like he had when he just a little kid. "I'll go finish making dinner." Jesse walked into the kitchen.

Soon after, Luke came into the house and knelt on the floor in front of Bo.

"I'm gonna take this off now." Luke reached for the brace and removed it. Bo let out a breath of relief.

"That feel better?" Luke fingered a sore on Bo's side from the brace.

"Much." Bo exhaled.

"Lay down, so I can ice it." Bo laid down and Luke placed an ice pack on his left lower stomach. Bo flinched at the coldness.

"I swear, you react more to this ice pack than you do to the pain!" Luke chuckled.

"Well it's cold." Bo laughed a little bit. Luke did 15 minutes with each method 2 times each. He didn't care if it took an hour, it was what the doctor had ordered.

"Thanks for wasting your time on me, Luke." Bo smiled.

"Hey, it ain't wasted. I want you better." Luke smiled back. "We gotta put this thing back on now." Luke picked up the brace.

"Aw, heck." Bo stood up and Luke wrapped the brace around him. Then he tightened it, this time not quite as tight as last time, because he knew it would be uncomfortable to eat dinner with it on tightly.

"Alright, you're all set." Luke handed Bo a shirt. "Put that on and meet me at the table." Luke walked into the kitchen. Bo slipped his shirt on and came to the table with the rest of the family.

"How are you feeling, Bo?" Daisy kissed his forehead.

"A lot better. I think that nap did me some good." Bo smiled. "Not to mention Luke slaving over me." Bo chuckled.

"I don't slave over you, I worry on you. 'sides, you do the same thing for me." Luke laughed. Jesse sat at the table and they all closed their eyes.

"Lord, we thank you for this food that we have to eat, thank you for our family, and thank you that Bo ain't hurt too bad. Amen." Jesse finished and they all said amen before digging into Jesse's fine southern cooking.

Luke ordered Bo to bed early and went with him. He too was exhausted from taking care of him.

Once Bo was asleep, Luke knelt at the side of Bo's bed and placed two fingers on his neck and his other hand gently on Bo's chest.

I gotta feel you living, cousin. Luke was very concerned about Bo. At night time you're always more sensitive to emotions.

Luke relaxed as he felt Bo's steady pulse under his fingers and the rising and falling of his chest under his other hand. The bruise on his chest was almost gone, replaced by the small cut on his head from when he rolled the General Lee. Luke was tired and he wanted to sleep, but he wanted even more the assurance that his baby brother was still alive. He was also not looking forward to dreaming about 'Nam. He didn't want Bo to have to wake up to help him with it.

Luke stared at his baby cousin's face, now a grown man, remembering when he was only a baby, then a small child, then a teenager, and now he was all grown up. He studied his cousin's curly blonde locks, his eyelids that covered his blue eyes. What if he never opens those eyes again? Luke thought, but then was reminded that Bo was still alive by the steady beat under his two fingers. Bo was just fine. Luke crawled back into his own bed and quickly fell asleep.

Around 2am, Bo stirred, jerking awake, causing immense pain in his stomach, and then, the dreaded: an asthma attack. Bo opened the drawer and frantically searched for his inhaler. It was no where to be found. Luke heard the sounds that the rummaging made and was awakened.

"Are you okay, Bo?" Luke went over to Bo's bed and turned on the lights.

"Can't breathe. Find it." Bo wheezed.

"One second." Luke rummaged through the drawer, finding no inhaler.

"Hurry." Bo coughed. Luke picked his jeans up off the floor and pulled an inhaler from the pocket, shoving it in Bo's mouth.

"Breathe." Luke released the medicine several times.

"I'm alright now." Bo coughed.

Luke saw that Bo was still struggling a little. "You want some pain pills?" Luke asked.

"Yeah, okay." Bo replied. Luke grabbed the bottle and poured out two pills and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Take 'em." Luke handed them to Bo.

"Thanks, Luke." Bo rolled on to his right side.

"You alright, now?" Luke placed his hand on Bo's shoulder.

"Yep, thanks." Bo replied from under his blanket mountain. Luke slid his arm down on to Bo's back and rubbed it for a few minutes until he heard Bo's rushed, conscious breathing pattern turn to a slow, relaxed sleeping breathing pattern. Then he returned to his own bed.

The next few weeks were pretty hard on the boys, but they managed to make it through. Bo healed up pretty quickly because Luke was able to force him to stay in bed, mainly because Bo was in so much pain that he didn't care.

Bo and Luke always looked after each other. Luke helped Bo when he had asthma attacks, and Bo helped Luke with his 'Nam nightmares. It just came naturally for the Dukes to care bout each other, they didn't have much else in life to care about, but their family members.

Don't you wish your life was that simple? I do. Heck, I wish I could get along with my family.