so its still 1983, and Bo and Daisy've still got the widow's chicken in their systems. This is the night of the day of the last chapter. If that didn't make sense to you read it again, bc it makes sense lol. oh btw we are starting out this chapter in Bo's POV. I still don't own them Dukes.

I'd been laying in bed since I'd fainted in the barn, and now Luke'd finally come to his own bed after a long day of takin' care of me an' Daisy. I'd slept fer a long spell during the day apparently: sneaky ol doc stuck me with a sedative, dang it. Anyhow, I'd been faking sleep for near 20 minutes so Luke could get some sleep, but he just wouldn't fall asleep. I figured he knew I was faking, and my suspicions was confirmed by a gentle hand on my shoulder and a soft voice that asked me if I was alright.

"m'fine Luke." I mumbled. I really wasn't fine though, my stomach hurt real bad an' I was real dizzy, not to mention nauseous. But why bother my poor cousin with my problems when he should be getting some much needed sleep?

"You don't look alright, cousin." He told me. Well, he saw right through my little front: the sadness and caring in his voice showed me that he knew how poorly I was feelin'. I realized that neither of us would get any sleep until I let him help me so, I gave in. "Cause I ain't..." I was gonna continue, but a harsh cough cut me off.

"Tell me what alls wrong, cuz." Luke requested as he cleared all the hair outta my eyes.

"Dizzy," a cough, "hurts..." another cough, "an' I'm..." another dang cough, "nauseous..." I managed to tell Luke what all was wrong, just before being dragged into a coughing fit by my ever annoying asthma.

"Okay..." Luke soothed as he took me under my arms to steady me. I swear if he weren't settin' there to grab me I'd've fallen off the bed.

It all hurt so dang bad, and I didn't want to throw up all over Luke: shoot, I'd already done that once today. So, I figured on a way to warn him when I couldn't speak, much less breathe so good.

"You gonna be sick?" Luke asked me. How how'd he know that? Never mind. It didn't matter how he knew, I was just real thankful that he did.

I moaned 'yes' as best as I could, and with that the world started spinning as Luke picked me up and started walking. I felt my stomach starting to evict the little I'd had to eat over the day, but I held it back as long as I could, which wasn't too long. Luke set me on the bathroom floor and held me over the edge of the bathtub. I couldn't see where it was though, on account of the room bein' spinning like it was. So I jus' leaned forward and let it all out, prayin' that none of it got on Luke.

I felt Luke's grip on me tighten as the pain worsened. I swear without him I don't know how I'd make it through these things.

After a spell the heaves stopped, but the dizziness didn't. "Luke..." I panted: I didn't know what to do, I felt like I was gonna pass out.

"I've got ya." Luke assured me. I didn't wanna pass out an' worry him more than he already was, but I could hardly stay awake.

"H-hey, Luke?" I panted. "I'm real tired... imma, imma sleep..." I told him as I either passed out or fell asleep, which one I don't know, although it was more than likely the first one. I heard him telling me not to sleep as I drifted off, but I couldn't stop myself.

When I woke up I was laying in my bed. I felt Luke's hand in mine and a cold towel dabbing my face, and once that'd registered I felt Uncle Jesse's hand on my neck, two fingers centered on a point where he could take my pulse. Yeah, I'd scared 'em alright. I wanted to open my eyes to tell them I was okay, but I couldn't.

"Uncle Jesse, he ain't wakin' up..." Luke's voice was shaking almost as much as his hand was.

"C'mon son..." Uncle Jesse started brushing my cheek with the back of his hand. I just had to open my eyes: somehow, I couldn't though. I decided to try my voice, and to my surprise it worked, not too good but it worked.

"I'm okay..." I mumbled hoarsely. At first I was afraid that they wouldn't hear me, but they were very attentive to even the smallest noise.

"Oh, thank God..." Luke let out the breath that he'd probably been holding since I passed out. "Can ya open yer eyes?" He begged me.

"Let's give him a minute..." Uncle Jesse suggested as he took the side of my face in his hand, brushing his thumb up and down my jawline. "C'mon, Bo..."

"M'fine," I tried to say, but I think all they got out of it was a weird airy sound that probably scared 'em even more.

I heard dead silence, I figured they were both lookin' at each other, deciding what to do about me.

Oh, well what do ya know, my eyes work now. I opened 'em real slow, seeing as how they hurt and the world in front of 'em was blurry an' dizzying.

"There ya go..." Uncle Jesse smiled widely at me. He was still worried, but he seemed pretty confident that I was alright.

"You scared us, cousin." Luke was still worried sick, and it was evident in his voice.

"I'll go call the doc and let him know not to come." Uncle Jesse said as he got up slowly.

"Oh, Uncle Jesse, can't we jus' have him come make sure Bo's okay?" Luke asked.

"He told us to call him again if Bo didn't wake up in 10 minutes, an' he did wake up so, there ain't no reason fer doc to come all the way out here." Uncle Jesse replied from the other room.

Luke then turned his attention back to me. "You need some water." He decided.

"No..." I croaked: I'd just puke the dang water back up again.

"Uncle Jesse! Get Bo a glass of water, please!" Luke called.


now we are switching to Luke's POV. the story continues right where we are now, it's jus' changing to Luke's POV


He'd said no, but I knew his body needed it. He hadn't had much of anything to eat or drink since we put him to bed today.

"Alright!" Uncle Jesse called back, and soon he was in the room with a glass of water, which he handed to me.

"Alright, c'mon, cousin..." I urged as I helped Bo to sit up slightly. "Drink this, an' then I'll let ya sleep." I promised.

Apparently he really wanted to sleep 'cause the second I promised him that, his mouth opened and he leaned forward.

"Good job, Bo..." I supported him by the back of his head as I brought the glass up to his mouth. With much persuasion I managed to get him to finish the whole glass.

"Sleep..." He moaned.

"Alright, cousin, okay..." I laid him down again and pulled the blankets up to his chin.

"Why don't we take his temperature?" Uncle Jesse suggested, handing me the thermometer.

"Yeah." I gently pushed it between Bo's lips and got it under his tongue.

"Hmmm..." Bo turned his head the other way.

"It's okay, jus' a sec." I gently turned his head back. He had a fever of 101.6, which wasn't bad considering what I'd expected.

Seeing that Bo was okay, Uncle Jesse went back to bed.

I went an' sat on my bed, but I didn't wanna sleep until Bo was all the way asleep. I watched him until his breathing turned to sleep breathing, then I laid down and went back to sleep.

I don't know how much later it was when I woke up, but I woke up to Bo's voice, obviously scared, begging for me. An asthma attack, what else? I got myself outta bed and to the side of his, where just as I'd figured, he was having an attack.

"uke..." He gasped, grabbing my wrist as soon as his weak hand could find it. He obviously wasn't fully awake, but he was aware of the fact that he couldn't breathe.

"Easy, easy..." I let him squeeze my wrist while I tore the side table apart trying to find an inhaler for him. Once I found one, it was all a matter of getting Bo to use it while he was half-asleep.

"I'm gonna help ya breathe, jus' relax..." I turned his face to me and started work with the inhaler. It wouldn't work unless he inhaled when I released the medicine, though.

He was wheezing and gasping, desperately trying to tell me that he couldn't breathe. If I could get him to take one good breath, it'd start to slowly get better. Otherwise it'd take a turn for the worst and he'd end up in the hospital, which was definitely not an option: my little cousin hates the hospital, an' he ain't going there if there's anything I can do to stop it.

"I'm gonna help ya, Bo. Jus' relax, cuz..." I started stroking his hair, a sure fire way to calm him down.

Suddenly his eyes flashed open: he was awake. He looked at me with fear like he was dying, and technically he was if I didn't get him this medicine.

"Breathe." I instructed, and I saw him desperately try. After several attempts, he managed a breath of the medicine, and then a few more, each one larger and less raspy that the last one.

Then he just laid there panting and trembling, eyes closed and heart racing. The first thing that came into my head was to hug him, but that'd compromise his breathing. So I did the second thing that came into my head, which was to take his hand and stroke his hair. He responded quite well to this, with one long shaky breath before he completely relaxed.

"There ya go." I soothed.

"Thanks, cuz..." He managed a small voice just above a whisper.

"Don't you thank me." I said as I patted his shoulder. "Anything else ya need?" I asked him, and he shook his head no. "Alright, g'night, cuz."

"night." He whispered.

Somehow it tugged at my heart strings that he'd muster up the voice, even if it was a jus' whisper, to say goodnight to me.

I'm so tired that I have to end this chapter now. its only 1am, but I didn't sleep too good last night, so I need some sleep. next chapter will be soon tho, probably this weekend. I'll pick up right where we left of, or very near there. see ya next update! :D