I was having a lot of trouble writing because Luke won't cooperate in my stories lately
I've found that the only way to get him to cooperate is for Bo to be dying so I put Bo in a situation where it was possible for him to die
also there is one dirty word at the end, i just felt like putting it there
there is no real story of how this happened because I couldn't think of one so, there's no real ending or beginning, and I apologize
I set it in my favorite year bc I wanted to so, its 1981: Luke 25 and Bo is 23

Well there he was, laying helpless, bleeding. He couldn't see a damn and everything hurt like hell. If he made it out of this one alive, there'd only be God to thank. It'd been getting harder and harder to breathe, and harder and harder to hope that somebody was gonna come help him. Part of him knew that he was gonna be alright, but the rest of him felt hopeless. He didn't know how much blood he'd lost, but he knew it was a lot more than he was comfortable loosing. The seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours. Bo'd of sworn he'd been laying there for a week, but he'd really only been there two hours.

10 miles away was an equally hurting man, just not in the same way. Luke'd been looking for his cousin all day. He knew that Bo was hurt, just not how badly. He'd seen all of the blood in the car that was used to transport him, so he knew it had to be bad. He wasn't to the point of tears yet, but that was because he was running on pure adrenaline. He felt like breaking down, but he couldn't: he had to find his cousin before he died.

Maybe it was time to try and get up? Maybe he could hitch hike? Bo knew he had to be near a road because he'd been thrown out of a moving car. He worked up enough energy to try and sit up, but all it rewarded him with was more blood, and a hell of a lot more pain. He took slow shallow breaths to avoid a coughing fit, but his efforts weren't enough, and he was dragged into one nonetheless. He was pretty sure he was coughing up blood, too, and he knew that was not a good sign. Bo finally decided to close his eyes, it wasn't like he could see anything anyway.

...

Luke. Luke was there. Luke was touching his face. Luke was touching his arm. Luke was talking to him in that voice that he only used when Bo was seriously injured.

Bo gasped for a breath, only managing to inhale more of his own blood.

"Easy, easy..." Luke soothed as Bo was taken into another coughing fit.

"I'm gonna go CB for help, and I swear to you, I'll be right back." Luke promised.

Bo wasn't satisfied with that though. He'd been waiting for God knows how long for his cousin to come, and now that he was here, he did not wanna give him up. Bo reached and grabbed Luke's arm, it wasn't much of a grab though, seeing as how Bo had little to no strength.

"Bo, you're dying. I need to call for help, you're dying!" Luke almost started crying. "I swear, I ain't gonna leave you here. I'm gonna CB for help, and I'll be right back." Luke promised. "But you've gotta do one thing for me, cousin, just one thing: keep them baby blues open, okay?" Luke patted Bo's hand before starting his mad dash back up the embankment to the General Lee.

Bo managed to do as Luke asked, and when Luke came running back down the embankment to him, Bo's eyes were still open.

"Good job, cousin, good job. Now just stay with me now, keep breathing." Luke urged. "I'm gonna see about your injuries now, okay? Just keep your eyes open, cuz."

Luke took his knife and started cutting Bo's clothes where the most blood seemed to be coming from, and that was from Bo's left leg. Once he got through Bo's jeans, he found the injury: a bullet wound.

"Oh, God..." Luke took a moment before his instincts kicked in. He took his own shirt off and tied it tightly around Bo's leg. Bo didn't even flinch, seeing as how the level of pain he was in couldn't really get much higher.

Luke looked into Bo's pain filled eyes, sensing that there was more that Bo was trying to tell him. "What is it, cousin?" he asked.

"...love ya," Bo's airy gasps slightly resembled the words.

Luke knew what that meant: Bo was getting ready to pass out... or worse, pass away.

"I-I love you too, Bo. Please don't sleep, okay?" Luke begged, now failing to keep the quiver out of his voice.

Then, remembering that there were still many more injuries that he hadn't looked at yet, Luke started cutting through Bo's shirt, finding the gnarliest knife wound in his side, and bruises up and down his entire chest and mid-section. It was obvious that he had several broken ribs, and probably a flail chest.

Luke cut off Bo's other pant leg, the one that wasn't soaked through with blood, and pressed it deeply into Bo's side where the knife wound was. Yeah, and that was finally enough to make Bo scream. It wasn't much of a scream though, only the airy sounds that were made when Bo attempted to scream.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Luke apologized for the pain that he was inflicting.

Bo worked up all that he had and slowly moved his hand to touch Luke's knee, the only place on his cousin that he could reach. Then he looked him in the eyes as he fought his very hardest not to close them. He wanted to tell Luke that he loved him and that none of this was his fault, and he also wanted to tell Luke not to be scared when he passed out, which he knew he was going to do very soon.

"No, no! Bo you can't..." Luke urged, taking one hand off of Bo's side and cupping his face with it. "Stay here, huh? Stay with me, cousin. Help'll be here real soon."

Bo blinked slowly several times: his eyelids had never been this heavy before.

"How the hell did I let this happen to you?" Luke cried.

It wasn't long before the only ambulance in Hazzard finally arrived, and they had to rip Luke away from his dying cousin. The EMTs loaded Bo up as fast as possible, and Luke managed to squeeze in with them: they had no time to argue with him, they had to get Bo to the hospital.

Bo knew that if he had any chance of being alright, it'd just gotten higher. He felt his eyes close, and there was nothing he could do about it. He still heard people talking and machines making their annoying machine noises. He still felt the agonizing pain, but he also still felt Luke's hand in his, and that was all he needed to get through this.

And boy, oh boy... when Luke got his hands on the fuckers who'd done this... they were gonna regret being born.