pickin up pretty much where we left off. we're skipping through dinner and goin right to 3am.

Luke woke up in the 3 o'clock hour to the sound of raspy breathing. God, not again, can't Ya jus 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.

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

"I'm fine, jus' cold..." Bo reached for his blanket, but Luke was already pulling it around him.

Bo clung to his blanket as he shivered, not only from being cold, but from the pain.

Luke studied Bo's face and body language for a minute, concluding that he was in pain. "You hurtin'?" he asked.

No response. "Bo, I said, 'r you in pain?" Luke shook his shoulder, he'd started falling asleep again.

"Go back to bed, Luke, I'm okay..." Bo rolled over, gritting his teeth when his injuries attacked him with pain.

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

"Jus' get some sleep, I'm fine..." Bo sighed. All he wanted was sleep at this point. Sure it was hard to breathe, but that'd go away when he fell asleep.

"Listen to me." Luke put a hand on Bo's the side of Bo's neck to ensure that he was awake.

"I's listening."

"Good. Now, you ain't breathing so good. I want you to take some of yer inhaler, alright?" Luke pleaded.

"I don't need it..." Bo mumbled, falling back to sleep.

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

"Fine..." 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.

"No, you're in pain." Luke pressed.

"I'm alright, it'll be fine..." Bo was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

Seeing that he'd fall asleep and be out of pain for the night, Luke allowed it. "Alright, g'night."

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, but this caused a fiery pain in the left side of his stomach that he hadn't expected. 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 being in the pain that he was in. Why was his stomach hurting anyway? Probably from that dang inhaler... Bo huffed to himself.

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. Now, I'm gonna puke all over. Now there was no choice, he had to get up and go to the bathroom to throw up. He managed to get himself into the bathroom and over the edge of the bathtub.

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 he couldn't help but collapse 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.

"I'm alright..." Bo struggled between uncontrollable sounds.

"Relax, and lemme help you." Luke picked Bo's head up into his lap and stuck an inhaler in his mouth. Bo just lay coughing and heaving.

Luke put a hand on Bo's chest and talked softly in his ear: "Can you try to breathe? I know you can. Jus' 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 fer 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 or wheezing 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 Bo moan in pain like that since he'd ripped his arm open in a wreck.

"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 hurtin' 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 released his hands from Bo's stomach. "I just need to make sure ya ain't got appendicitis, okay?" Luke requested permission to touch him again.

"Okay..." Bo sighed reluctantly.

Luke resumed his pushing on Bo's stomach, receiving moans of all volumes.

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

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

"Aaaaah.." Bo struggled against the offending hands, grabbing Luke's wrists to restrain them from torturing him any further.

"Alright, ya don't got appendicitis. I'm sorry about that..." Luke apologized, running his fingers through Bo's hair.

"It probably jus' spasms from the inhaler..." Bo sighed. "But, dang, it hurts..."

"Let's get you on back to bed so's you can relax." Luke helped Bo to his feet and held his arm as they walked back to their room.

"You okay, now?" Luke asked after he laid Bo back down.

"Yeah..." Bo panted.

"You're still not breathin' right." Luke sat on the edge Bo's bed.

"My stomach jus' hurts..." 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 alright. I'll just sleep the pain off." Bo rolled over.

"I've got them pain pills that doc gave ya." Luke offered.

"No, I'll jus sleep..." Bo mumbled as he got comfortable.

"Alright, but if you need me, you wake me." Luke returned to his own bed.