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"Enough doc..." Uncle Jesse said, "What're you getting at."

Doc Michaels tried to talk, but for once a cold ice seemed to grip him. These were good people. Who had just fallen on hard times. They were just coming back to a love for each other. And Beauregard had suffered so much already...fought so hard.

He had never had any hesitation about something like this. It was always hard, but he knew it was his sworn duty to give news like this. And he'd had to dozens of times in the past. Nope, never had a regret about his choice of profession either.

...Until then.

Dear Walker! Even as he stood there like a dear in the headlights she jumped in. A part of him was angry that she'd had to take up his slack, but another part of him couldn't be happier...

~She-Wolf

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Doc Walker could see Micheals struggling underneath the news that he had the unfortunate job of delievering, never feeling sorrier for a family or the doctor that had started the treatment with the hopes of getting the patient back to full health as she did now.

Stepping forward she indicated Jesse to sit down, sighing gently before saying.

"Because of the hole there is sever internal bleeding with the surgeons are trying to stem now. The damage to his stomach means that they have to perform a Gastrectomy....removing part of his stomach. Now, this is usually a fairly simple proceedure....but with Bo's weakness from the Chloera and now his loss of blood...as well as possible damage from the acids leaking to other organs....we don't know...if he'll even survive the surgery....there is a high chance that he could die on the table if not in recovery...if he comes through the surgery, we'll get him started on a course of medication that will slowly replenish the stomach lining...but I have to warn you...the chances of that happening are very slim....I'm sorry...."

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After a moment, Doc Walker considered suggesting they make funeral arrangments. But knew that it would be far too cruel right then. She saw Michaels' fist clench, his other hand gripping his clipboard so hard you could see the ivory bone beneath flesh.

She hadn't wanted to intervene like that. But she'd been a doctor long enough to know that when they had that look in their eyes, chances were they couldn't speak...

"Cat got your tongue" was very appropriate.

Of course, she was just focusing on her friend to take her mind off of the Dukes. Jesse Duke, the older man looked even weaker, frailer. So did Luke...somehow he even managed to look even frailer than he did while laying in that hospital bed...

Suddenly, Luke grabbed his pen and paper, and scribbled a messy: "What are his chances?"

It was Walker's turn to not speak. Hadn't she been clear enough? Why did he have to make her repeat the prognosis of the surgeon and five doctors, herself and Michaels included.

Luke jabbed a finger at the notepad, and stared back at her with a stubborn will. What right did she have to refuse that? "...There...is an 80 percent chance of the surgery being unsuccessful. And a 30/70 chance of him surviving through the night if he makes it to recovery."

~She-Wolf

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Micheals watched as the two men processed the odds and diagnosis they had been given and he had never felt more like the criminal. He had promised Bo and his family that he would get Bo well again come hell or high water....but this was high water so high that you couldn't help but drown in it. In all his years as a Doctor in that prison he had never let anything slip past him, never let anything get so serious there was a chance the patient could die.

Now he could swear blind that it was because he had had a lot on when Bo arrived in the Prison Infirmary...the guy with the broken back, the possible Cholera outbreak, dealing with the reminants of a fight...but at the end of the day he knew that it was down to his negligance that Bo had suffered and now his family would suffer through the loss of their, from what he had picked up, youngest family member.

That fact made it harder to bare than anything else, the fact Bo was the youngest...and when he thought about it, he was sure he looked it too when he was at perfect health. The baby blue eyes that he had so often seen staring back at him in pain, he could imagine them filled with the spark that was supposed to be there, with happiness, love....but pain should not be something that was embedded in them or should be etched permanantly into his features.

Swallowing hard,he finally managed to choke out.

"I'm...so sorry..."

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He wanted to say more. Wanted to do something to make up for his inability to help. But god knew that anything he could have said would have just been him trying to make himself feel better.

He felt Walker brush a hand on the sleeve of his lab coat. "Come on..." She whispered, "There's nothing left for us to do here..."

As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. The only thing they could do now was check on the surgery. He could at least be there in case something went wrong.

She-Wolf

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Michaels held a particle mask over his mouth and nose. Walker had actually bothered to put her's on. He supposed she was more resistant to things like this then he was.

In the few years he'd been a prison doctor, he'd only lost one patient, and the main artery in their neck had been sliced in half. Needless to say they had died instantly...

Walker's experience had probably been more difficult. She worked in the coma ward. Most of the people in there might as well have been dead. He would bet money she'd had to pull the plug on a few of her patients as well. She must have had much more experience with this kind of thing. Dealing with families, the death of someone who hadn't yet seen as many sunsets as she had.

"...It never does..." She whispered silently beside him as they stood in the back of the room, watching the preceedings.

"What?" He asked, snapped from his thoughts.

"This," She replied, "No matter how many times you see it it never gets easier...the only way to protect your soul from it is to lock it away. Somewhere deep where empathy can't effect it..."

"...But we can't. Lock our souls away. Can we?"

Even under the particle mask he could have sworn he saw the faint remnants of a smile, "No...we can't. Because we hear about miracles and every time we think 'maybe'. Maybe this time I'll get to see a miracle..."

He didn't reply. But he knew she was right. They couldn't lock their souls away, because wouldn't they just hate to see that one miracle in their lives and not be able to feel it.

But when Bo's heart moniter flatlined, for just a moment, Michaels truly wished he had that ability...

~She-Wolf

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The surgeon's quickly yelled things to each other as Bo flatlined, rushing quickly to continue securing what they had been before the nurse's rushed the defibrilator close, everybody in the room holding their breaths as the first shock was administered.

Luke looked sharply up from the spot on the floor he had taken to staring at, swallowing hard. Something was wrong, he just knew something was wrong...he couldn't explain how he knew, but he did know as he shook his head and called out, surprising Uncle Jesse from the silence they had been sat in.

"N...n...No.....Bo!....No!"

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Michaels' heart went cold as ice. He felt Walker stiffen up beside him. They watched the surgeons work, powerless to do anything else.

VVVVV

Meanwhile, just as Daisy entered Hazzard something hit her. She didn't quite know what it was, but it made her bones shudder. Daisy haphazardly pulled her car over while she waited for the sudden, violent shakes to stop.

What was that? She thought.

~She-Wolf

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After four shocks, the surgeons finally managed to get Bo's heart beating again, wasting no time in celebrations as they dived back into their work to get Bo out of the OR and into revoery as swiftly as possible. There was something about this young man that made the team work harder than they ever had done before....possibly the fact that such an innocent looking young kid was still handcuffed to the operating table....or even that he was just a kid at heart...he had been through something terrible and this was not how he deserved to end his life.

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"Thank God..." Michaels' said in a barely audible whisper.

"Amen to that..." Walker breathed.

VVVVV

"Luke?" Uncle Jesse asked, terrified that he'd lose his other child, as some sort of punishment for causing the death of another.

Luke just looked up at him and gave him a quick smile. When Uncle Jesse gave him a puzzled look he just wrote:

"It'll be alright...He'll be alright."

VVVVV

Daisy was glad when the shivers stopped. What had that been? She sighed, it was probably just a result of all the anxiaty she'd been under lately.

Now, she had to get to Enos before he hit town...

~She-Wolf

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The surgeon's worked tirelessly through the hours to get the surgery done. During that time Bo flat lined twice but each time they managed to bring him back. Eventually, they had sealed the incision and were soon getting him stabalized for transportation to the recovery unit.

Stepping away from the table, the surgeon removed his gloves at the sink Walker and Micheals were standing by and washed his hands, shaking his head.

"Well, we've done all we can do here....its down to you and him now to get him through..."

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Walker smiled, "So...you wanna give themt the good news?"

Michaels frowned, "Do you think it's wise to get their hope up?"

Walker stripped off her scrubs, "What else is there?"

VVVVV

Meanwhile, Enos was already striding up to the Hazzard County police station. He knew this had to be done right. Otherwise this could just backfire.

But he knew one thing: what had happened was eating Rosco up inside. Or it was at least bothering him. Enos could remember several times in the last couple years when Rosco would drive up to the Duke farm...always claiming he wanted to catch them in the act. But Enos knew Rosco well, and knew that the sherrif was indeed just going up there to check on them.

Besides, Enos knew that if he could get Rosco on his side then Boss would have little or no choice...

~She-Wolf

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Rosco was sitting inside having been updated from the prison about what had happened to Bo and feeling more torn up inside than ever before. He hadn't meant to particpate in hurting the Duke boys at all but his actions had nearly now cost both boys their lives.

He cared for the pair of troublemakers, no matter what Boss kept trying to tell him, they were good people who always had helped him out of a jam...and this was how he repayed them.

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