I know that I used to update like every other day, and now only like once every two weeks. My life is getting busier and harder. I'm in 10th grade now, and it sucks... like so bad that I wanna use a real swear word! its okay tho, bc the dukes are here to save me! every day i wait through the pain stakingly long day to get to the night when i get to watch the dukes.
This chapter is set in 1983. Luke is 27, Daisy 26, and Bo 25. I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard. btw, you should watch "The Great Bank Robbery". I just re-watched it last night, it's a really good episode.
The boys was in the barn movin' hay up into the loft from the pickup, Jesse was in the house getting mortgage money together, and Daisy was over at the Boar's Nest.
"Hurry up, Luke, its hot up here!" Bo hollered down from the hayloft to Luke, who was fastening another bale onto the pulley.
"Its hot down here, too ya know." Luke huffed. "Wanna trade now, you've been at it up there all day." Luke realized he'd been hogging the easy job for himself all day, so Bo probably had a legitimate complaint.
"I thought you'd never let me down." Bo climbed down.
"Sorry, I jus' kinda forgot." Luke climbed into the hayloft.
"I can see how it would be easy to forget that its your turn to do the hard job." Bo chuckled.
"Hey, I'm doin' it now ain't I?" Luke pulled the bale from the rope up into the loft and detached it.
There was an awkward silence and then Bo spoke suddenly, "I think I'm gonna sit down a minute."
"You okay?" Luke leaned over the edge of the loft to look down at Bo.
"Yeah, I just need to catch my breath." Bo panted.
Luke continued looking at Bo as he sat on he floor panting. Eventually he coughed a few times.
"I know, I know." Bo panted as he pulled his inhaler from his pocket.
Luke climbed down and stood next to him. "You don't look so good…"
Bo scooted around until he was in front of Luke's legs, then he leaned back against them.
"Gonna faint…" Bo let all of his weight be taken by Luke's arms, which quickly threw themselves to hold Bo the second he heard the word 'faint'.
Slowly Bo closed his eyes and his head fell to his chest.
"Uncle Jesse!" Luke shouted as he picked Bo up and trotted for the house.
Jesse heard Luke shouting and a set of feet rapidly pounding towards the house. Wait, one set? Ah, that's why Luke was shouting.
"What happened?" Jesse opened the door and helped Luke get Bo onto the couch.
"Hey, Bo, c'mon…" Luke started patting his face.
"What happened?" Jesse asked again.
"He had an attack 'an he was pretty much over it, then he passed out."
Jesse ran into the kitchen.
"Hey, Bo, please..." Luke continued patting his face.
"I'm fine..." Bo mumbled as his eyes opened.
Luke couldn't help a small chuckle at that. "You're fine huh? Then hows come you passed out on the floor, eh?"
"I didn't mean to."
Again, not chuckling was impossible. "Bo..." Luke laughed.
"What so funny?" Bo became irritated.
Jesse came back in the room. "You alright there, Bo?"
"Yes sir." Bo leaned back into thin air behind him so Luke grabbed his shoulders and aimed him for the back of the couch instead.
"You're a mess, cousin." Luke took the wet towel that Jesse'd gotten and started wiping Bo's face with it. "Can ya look at me?" Luke turned Bo's face towards him.
Bo slowly opened his eyes again.
"Can ya see okay?" Luke asked.
"Yeah." Bo sighed.
"I reckon this is what I get for makin' you do the hard job all day. I wasn't thinkin', I'm sorry Bo."
"It ain't your fault, Luke, I should've told ya." Bo's eyes started to close again.
"Told me what?" All the fear from before crept back into Luke's voice.
"That I didn't feel so good this mornin'." Bo mumbled.
"You've been feelin' poorly all day?" The raised volume of Luke's voice made Bo's eyes shoot open again.
"Yeah, but I'm okay." Bo knew what was coming next: Luke's overprotective 'get in bed right now'. But honestly, that didn't sound too bad right now.
"Why didn't ya just tell us, Bo?" Jesse asked.
"Cause then Luke'd have to do all the work." Bo sighed.
"I don't care. You're gettin' in bed right now." Luke grabbed Bo's shoulders.
"Luke, I'm fine, jus' a little tired."
"You just got through sayin' you've been feelin' poorly all day." Luke reminded him.
"Its probably just from working real hard yesterday."
"I worked real hard yesterday, do ya see me fainting?"
"No."
"Alright so, you're sick." Luke got Bo to his feet, holding most of his weight.
Bo shifted, telling Luke that he was okay to walk on his own. The second Luke removed his hands, Bo fell, almost to the ground, but Luke caught him.
"That does it." Luke picked Bo up in a bridal carry and started off for the bedroom. By the time they were in the bedroom, Bo'd fallen asleep in Luke's arms.
"You poor guy..." Luke laid him down on the bed. "How'd I let this happen to you, huh?" Luke pushed Bo's forelock out of his face.
Jesse came up behind Luke and put a hand on his shoulder. "He's alright, jus' a little sick."
"This is all my fault you know." Luke sighed as he started undressing Bo.
"Luke, its Bo's fault."
Luke turned and looked at Jesse. "His fault?"
"He ought to have told us he was feelin' poorly instead of makin' it worse by workin half the day."
"An' I should've noticed that he wasn't okay."
"You two was movin' hay into the loft, right?"
"Yeah."
"If one of you's up top an' the other on the bottom, you had no way of knowing." Jesse reasoned. "I ain't sayin' I'm mad at Bo, I'm jus' tryna help you realize that this ain't your fault." Jesse took the pillow from Luke's bed and handed it to Luke.
"Maybe." Luke sighed as he propped Bo up with the second pillow.
"He ain't even that sick, Luke. Its probably just his asthma hittin' him real hard. He'll be okay tomorrow." Jesse offered.
"Yeah." Luke mumbled.
"I've gotta get this mortgage money to J.D, I'll be back in an hour or so. Look after him." Jesse patted Luke's shoulder as he left the room.
Luke sat on the edge of his own bed and watched Bo sleep. After he'd sat for a while, he didn't know how long, Bo began mumbling in his sleep, taking Luke from his thoughts and to the side of Bo's bed.
"You okay?" Luke pulled his blankets down to wake him up.
"You was right... I'm sick..." Bo rolled on his side and curled into himself.
"You better know it." Luke took Bo around his back and pulled him up. Then he took his temperature, growing more concerned when the thermometer read '104.2'
"Its high, huh?" Bo asked after the 20 second silence.
"Yeah." Luke sighed as he picked him up and hauled him into the bathroom.
Luke looked at Bo in sympathy as he planned his bath, the one he knew Bo'd hate. Then he began turning the water on.
"Not the cold water, Luke please..." Bo squirmed as Luke went to pick him up.
"Its either this or I drive you to the doctors, now which is it gonna be?"
"Fine." Bo sighed. He knew that since Luke threatened to drive him to the doctors, he was still gonna call the doctor. "Please don't call doc, though..."
"I'll have to if your fever don't come down." Luke lowered him into the tub.
Aside from being freezing cold, it wasn't as miserable as Bo'd imagined it to be: within a few minutes the cold water cleared his head in a way, and he became more aware of his surroundings.
"You don't have to do this fer me..." Bo mumbled.
"I know." The emotion in Luke's voice said more than what may seem like a simple recognition of the fact that Bo spoke. It told Bo how bad Luke felt for him, and how much he really cared. But anyone else overseeing it wouldn't even begin to know the meaning of what he'd said, unless they too had spent nearly every waking moment of their life with Luke since they were four months old.
"Lets get you back to bed, huh?" Luke pulled him out of the tub and sat him on the floor leaning against the wall, then he began drying Bo off.
Once he was dried, Luke hauled him back to bed.
Noting how much Bo was shivering even with a sheet and blanket, Luke took the blanket from his own bed and laid it on top of his cousin.
"I'm gonna take your temperature now so, c'mere." Luke turned Bo's face towards him. '101' Relived, Luke let Bo get comfortable.
"Thanks, cousin." Bo opened his eyes to look Luke in his. He was much too exhausted to keep them open for long, and they slowly drooped shut.
"Don't worry about it." Luke kept a hand on his shoulder until he was asleep, then he sat on the edge of his own bed and watched Bo sleep.
...
When Jesse got home, he went right back to the boys room to check on Bo, but he stopped in the doorway. Luke was sitting on the edge of Bo's bed dabbing at his face with a damp towel, speaking softly as he cared for his sleeping cousin. As Jesse watched, his small smile grew to a large one: he was proud of how he'd raised his kids, Luke probably hadn't left Bo out of his sight for more than 30 seconds.
we's only half done y'all. I decided to throw in a POV, Luke's to be exact. it's the same story over again so if you don't care about POVS then don't read it lol.
Me an' Bo was out in the barn movin' a load of hay up into the hayloft. It was real hot an' sweaty work, and I was lookin' forward to lunch time.
"Hurry up, Luke, its hot up here!" Bo hollered at me from his position in the loft.
"Its hot down here, too ya know!" I called back up at him, but then I realized that I'd been hoggin' the easy job of hooking the bales onto the pulley, while he was pulling them up there and stacking 'em. "Wanna trade now? You've been at it up there all day." I offered.
"I thought you'd never let me down." He sighed as he climbed down. I could've sworn he didn't look so steady on his feet: I'd have to keep observing.
"Sorry, I jus' kinda forgot." I offered an apology as I climbed into the hayloft.
"I can see how it would be easy to forget that its your turn to do the hard job." Bo chuckled.
"Hey, I'm doin' it now ain't I?" I pulled the bale from the rope up into the loft and detached it.
We was both quiet fer a spell, and then Bo spoke up real quick like, "I think I'm gonna sit down a minute."
I knew he didn't look so steady on his feet. I leaned over the side of the loft to look down at him. "You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I just need to catch my breath." I watched him sit down on the floor panting hard, then he started coughing.
"I know, I know." He panted as he pulled an inhaler from his pocket.
I climbed down so's I could see to him. "You don't look so good…" I told him.
He shifted about on the floor until he was sittin' in front of my legs, then he fell back onto 'em.
"Gonna faint…" Bo's voice trailed off.
Faint? My arms shot out to grab him, and he did fall, he sagged right into my arms. Slowly his eyes closed and his head fell to his chest.
Shouting, "Uncle Jesse!" and picking my cousin up were my first two instincts, then I ran fer the house.
Uncle Jesse opened the door for me and I headed straight fer the couch. I set Bo down and turned his face towards me.
"Hey, Bo, c'mon…" I started patting his face. Uncle Jesse asked me what happened.
"He had an attack 'an he was pretty much over it, then he passed out." I told him, then he ran into the kitchen.
I continued trying to bring Bo around, but he wasn't wakin' up. Whatever'd happened to him anyway? I'd left my cousin who I know dang well has asthma in the heat-trap hayloft too long, that's what'd happened.
"Hey, Bo, please..." I pleaded with him.
Finally his eyes slowly started opening. "I'm fine..." he mumbled.
Nothing about Bo passing out and there possibly being something wrong with him was funny, but I had to chuckle a little. 'Fine?' "You're fine huh? Then hows come you passed out on the floor, eh?"
"I didn't mean to."
Of course he didn't mean to. "Bo..." I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"What so funny?" He asked me, beginning to get a little irritated.
Uncle Jesse came back in the room. "You alright there, Bo?"
"Yes sir." Bo leaned back into thin air behind him so I grabbed him by his shoulders and eased him onto the back of the couch instead.
"You're a mess, cousin." I told him as I took the wet towel that Uncle Jesse'd gotten and started wiping his face with it. "Can ya look at me?" I asked him as I turned his face towards me, an' he slowly opened his eyes again for me.
"Can ya see okay?" I asked.
"Yeah." He sighed.
"I reckon this is what I get for makin' you do the hard job all day. I wasn't thinkin', I'm sorry Bo." I knew this had to be my fault.
"It ain't your fault, Luke, I should've told ya." Bo's eyes started to close again.
"Told me what?" I'd calmed down a might now that he was awake, but there was something he hadn't told me? And his eyes were drifting shut again?
"That I didn't feel so good this mornin'." He mumbled.
"You've been feelin' poorly all day?" The raised volume of my voice startled the poor guy and his eyes shot open again.
"Yeah, but I'm okay." He said, trying to calm me down.
"Why didn't ya just tell us, Bo?" Uncle Jesse asked.
"Cause then Luke'd have to do all the work." Bo sighed.
"I don't care. You're gettin' in bed right now." I ordered as I took him by the shoulders and sat him up.
"Luke, I'm fine, jus' a little tired." He pleaded.
"You just got through sayin' you've been feelin' poorly all day." I reminded him.
"Its probably just from working real hard yesterday." He suggested.
"I worked real hard yesterday, do ya see me fainting?" I asked.
"No."
"Alright so, you're sick." I got him to his feet, holding most of his weight.
He shifted in my grip, insisting that I let him go. Apparently he thinks he can walk on his own. Okay, he can try. The second I removed my hands he fell, almost to the ground so, naturally I grabbed him.
"That does it." I told him as I picked him up in a bridal carry and started off for the bedroom. By the time we was in the bedroom, he'd fallen asleep.
"You poor guy..." I said as I laid him down on his bed. "How'd I let this happen to you, huh?" I gently pushed Bo's messy forelock out of his face.
Uncle Jesse came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. "He's alright, jus' a little sick."
"This is all my fault you know." I sighed as he started undressing him.
"Luke, its Bo's fault."
I turned around to look at Uncle Jesse: Bo's fault? What? Wasn't Bo the one who'd fainted? Wasn't Bo the one who was sick? "His fault?" I demanded to know how this was Bo's fault.
"He ought to have told us he was feelin' poorly instead of makin' it worse by workin half the day." Uncle Jesse explained.
"An' I should've noticed that he wasn't okay." I insisted.
"You two was movin' hay into the loft, right?" Uncle Jesse asked.
"Yeah."
"If one of you's up top an' the other on the bottom, you had no way of knowing." Uncle Jesse reasoned. "I ain't sayin' I'm mad at Bo, I'm jus' tryna help you realize that this ain't your fault." Uncle Jesse explained as took the pillow from my bed and handed it to me.
"Maybe." I sighed as he propped Bo up with the second pillow.
"He ain't even that sick, Luke. Its probably jus' his asthma hittin' him real hard. He'll be okay tomorrow." Uncle Jesse offered.
"Yeah." Luke mumbled.
"I've gotta get this mortgage money to J.D, I'll be back in an hour or so. Look after him." Uncle Jesse patted my shoulder as he left the room. He don't have to tell me to look after Bo.
I sat on the edge of my bed and watched Bo fer a while. Why does he deserve to have asthma? Of all the people that God created he chose Bo to have asthma, along with not havin' no parents. If I could make one petition to Him it'd be that I have asthma instead of Bo.
After I sat there starin' at him fer a spell, he started mumbling an' shifting in his sleep. This took me from my thoughts and to the side of his bed.
"You okay?" I asked as I pulled his blankets down to wake him up.
"You was right... I'm sick..." Bo rolled on his side and curled into himself.
"You better know it." I sighed as I took him around his back and pulled him up. Then I took his temperature, which was 104.2: Well, time for the cold bath.
I looked at him: he already looked cold and miserable. I didn't want to have to make him feel worse.
"Its high, huh?" Bo asked me. Apparently I'd been silent for too long.
"Yeah." I sighed as I picked him up and hauled him into the bathroom.
I looked at Bo in sympathy as I planned his bath, the one I knew he'd hate. Then I started turning the water on.
"Not the cold water, Luke please..." Bo squirmed when I went to pick him up.
"Its either this or I drive you to the doctors, now which is it gonna be?" I hated being stern like that, but how else was I gonna get his dang fever down?
"Fine." Bo sighed. "Please don't call doc, though..." he begged.
"I'll have to if your fever don't come down." I said as I lowered him into the tub.
After a spell he seemed to calm down a but. Although it wasn't fun being in the cold water, I think it made him feel a little better: less confused.
"You don't have to do this fer me..." He mumbled.
Of course I didn't have to do this for him, but why wouldn't I? He's part of my family, he's my baby cousin: or rather my baby brother.
"I know." I didn't know how to say what I felt, and I knew he'd understand all that I meant by the two words I said.
"Lets get you back to bed, huh?" I pulled him out of the tub and sat him on the floor leaning against the wall, then I started drying him off. Once he was dried, I hauled him back to bed.
Seeing how much Bo was shivering even with a sheet and blanket, I took the blanket from my bed and laid it on top of my cousin.
"I'm gonna take your temperature now so, c'mere." I requested as I turned his face towards me. '101' Relived, I let Bo curl up and get comfortable.
"Thanks, cousin." Bo opened his eyes to look me in mine. I could see that he was much too exhausted to keep them open for long, and they slowly drifted shut again.
"Don't worry about it." I kept a hand on his shoulder until he was asleep, then I sat on the edge of my bed and watched him sleep.
ok now we's done. I know I make A TON of chapters about Bo being sick, but it is a hurt/comfort book, eh? I have fun writing them, and if I can't have fun with fanficiton, then what was it good for? Yeah, some of my stuff is unrealistic, and it gets too mushy sometimes, but I enjoy it so, I don't care if someone else thinks its trash.
well this was an adventure to write, took me four days to make one chapter. it had to do some of it on my iPad locked in the bathroom during the day, but most of it I got to do at night like I was made to do.
anyhow, thanks for reading, whoever you are, wherever you are.
Idk why (and some ppl may think I'm stupid) but I feel like I should say this: you are worth something, and somebody loves you. I know I needed to hear it.
