So this chapter is a missing scene from my other story "A Father's Love?" (set in 1985) in where Bo gets shot in the arm. You should read that story b4 u read this, or it won't make much sense. That story wasn't meant to be solely a hurt/comfort story so, that's why most of the recovery scenes and stuff are in this story. I don't own the dukes of hazzard.
Rosco had just finished re-wrapping Bo's gunshot wound with the first-aid kit from his patrol car. Rosco was by no means a professional, but he managed to keep the blood flow at bay to some extent.
"You're gonna be okay. Luke an' Cooter'l be here right soon, you'll see." Rosco assured Bo, who was fighting to stay conscious: he'd lost a lot of blood and he'd been up all night, and now it was sunrise. Everyone had been up all night, working to save young Kenny.
"Rosco, I can't..." Bo fought with his heavy eyelids
"Bo, come on, don't pass out on me." Rosco tipped his head up.
"I can't..." Bo let his chin drop to his chest.
"Bo, please..." Rosco started getting hysterical.
Bo tried his best to stay awake for Rosco's sake. He also wanted to be awake when Luke and Cooter arrived, so that they wouldn't go out of their minds in worry.
"Rosco don't let me pass out..." Bo begged, lifting his head back up and back onto the seat.
"I'll try." Rosco's voice was shaking.
Just then, relief washed over both Rosco and Bo when they heard the General Lee pull up. Luke came running first, Cooter right behind him, until they both stopped in their tracks at the sight before them: Blood all over the car, blood all over Bo, Rosco's makeshift bandage that was about to burst, and Rosco almost in tears over a Duke.
Luke rushed into action and climbed into the car. Bo was hardly conscious anymore.
"What's your name?" Luke grabbed him by his shoulders.
"Santa Clause... Luke, ya know dang well my name's Bo..." Bo slurred.
Luke was somewhat relived: Bo not only knew his name, but was alive enough to make a wise crack.
"Alright, I'm sorry. Me an' Cooter're gonna getcha to the hospital." Luke assured him.
"We'd best get him into the General Lee, it's much faster." Luke grabbed him and handed him to Cooter, who carried him over to the General.
Luke climbed in the driver's side, and Cooter passed Bo through the passenger window, into the middle seat.
"Get in, Cooter!"
"Thanks, Rosco. We'll letcha know how he makes out!" Cooter called as they sped off.
"Cooter?" Bo lazily rolled his head over to Cooter's side of the car.
"What is it, buddy?"
"I can't stay awake..." Bo mumbled.
"Bo, you have to!" Luke nudged him.
"Come on, Bo, you can do it." Cooter encouraged.
After a few minutes, Bo lost the fight and passed out on Cooter's shoulder.
"IS HE DEAD?" Luke split Cooter's eardrums.
"No, he's alive." Cooter kept two fingers on Bo's neck.
"I never should've-"
"Don't start blaming yourself." Cooter interrupted.
"Cooter, what if he dies?" Luke was almost crying now.
"He's strong, Luke, you ought to know." Cooter looked down at Bo, honestly having some doubts himself, but staying strong for Luke.
"Didn't you see all of that blood?" Luke shuddered.
"Yeah, I know, I saw it." Cooter sighed.
"God, I know I've asked ya fer a lot of things over the years, and I know you'v given me most of 'em. Right now I'd like to ask you to, to keep my baby cousin alive..." Luke's voice cracked, and the tears started flowing. "You know he's a good man, Lord. Please don't let Bo die." Luke sobbed.
"Amen to that." Cooter managed to keep his tears back for Luke's sake.
"He can't die, Cooter, he just can't!" Luke wailed.
"He won't, he's gonna be okay." Cooter reached over the unconscious Bo and put a hand on Luke's shoulder.
They finally got to the hospital and Bo was taken back. Luke almost collapsed to the floor, but Cooter caught him and helped him into a chair.
Luke put his head in his hands and muttered things between tears. It was only a shot to his arm, but all the blood...
"Luke get a grip on yerself..." Cooter urged, taking a seat next to him.
"He's g-gonna die..." Luke cried into his hands.
"Mr. Duke?" A nurse came out.
"Yeah?" Luke shot to his feet.
"He needs blood. Do you know of any matches?"
"Me." Luke practically ran over to her.
"Alright, I'll quickly check the records. Go into exam room 12." She directed.
Luke sat down in the exam room and waited. Soon, a nurse came in.
"Alright, here we go." She swabbed Luke's arm. She quickly obtained the much needed blood and rushed it to the nurse who was waiting outside the door.
"Is he gonna be alright?" Luke's hands were shaking.
"Beauregard lost a lot of blood." She didn't really answer his question. "You'd better have a candy bar or something." She suggested.
"What about, Bo, is he gonna live?" Luke pleaded.
"I can't promise anything, but it looks pretty good." She bandaged Luke's arm.
Luke headed back to the waiting room. Cooter got him some candy from a vending machine.
"What'd they say about Bo?" Cooter asked.
"He lost a lot of blood, but it looks pretty good." Luke sighed, closing his eyes tightly.
"He'll be alright, he's just gotta be." Cooter wrapped an arm around Luke's shoulders.
After a long wait, a nurse came out into the waiting room.
"For Beauregard Duke?"
"That's us." Luke stood up. "He gonna be okay?"
"Thankfully I have good news for you: he's just fine. The blood transfusion went well, and the surgery went well. The bullet was lodged in his left humerus. He'll be waking up soon, and as soon as he does, you can see him." The busy nurse went about her business.
"Oh, thank you, sweet Jesus." Luke whispered.
"Ya hear that, he's gonna be okay." Cooter clapped Luke on the back.
"Thank God." Luke sighed a deep sigh of relief.
