BoJamesDuke

Bo looked at Luke as he told him the ultimatum, tears shining in his eyes and swallowing back sobs every so often. He looked down at his feet, trying to hold himself together. He felt so useless when he was sitting in bed under the tent. Out here in the air, although his breathing was bad, it wasn't so bad he couldn't breathe comfortably. He just wanted to be out of bed and at least sitting in a chair or something, that way he didnt feel as sick as he knew he was. He hated when Luke was this tough on him, one because he knew he was right, he always was, and two because it wasnt exactly a whole load of fun having your cousin, who you looked up to since you was a knee high to a grasshopper think of you as no more than a stubborn jackass, And the worst part was, he couldn't even tell Luke how he was feeling. Daisy sighed gently, enjoying the comforting actions of her Uncle. "I know that Uncle Jesse but....what if something happens and we end up losing him for good this time? I couldn't live with myself knowing that we could have stopped him if that did happen. I dont like it one bit Uncle Jesse, I really don't. Sometimes he makes me wonder whether he is the adult he looks like or he's thirteen again.

Bo instantly shook his head. He was determined that he could do this. He hated the tent, it made him feel seperated and all he wanted was to be near his family not cut off from them, and besides, he didnt like the tent anymore than he liked the mask. He didnt care if he was being picky, if he could have his way the IV's would be out completly and he wouldn't have anything helping him breathe. Daisy sighed and huddled into Uncle Jesse softly. "I know he'll be alright...I dont doubt that he will...I just....I cant believe your lettin' him do this so early Uncle Jesse! He died! And....and your letting him get up and considering letting him discharge himself to chase the bad guys that put him in here in the first place!"

Oh whoops. lol sorry I just realised the title on this post is wrong. lol This is for Double Duke Trouble. Very sorry for any confusion

After a few minutes, Bo bashed his hand against the windowsill, frustrated at the fact that he just couldn't get himself breathing properly. He could feel Luke rubbing slow circles on his back in an effort to help but nothing was working. He couldn't be this ill he just couldn't be. There wasn't time for him to be so ill now, his family needed him. Daisy smiled up at her Uncle Jesse and the news that Bo had made it to the window, but she still looked away as B.L tried to make her feel better. She kenw that B.L was just trying to make her feel better, but somehow it just wasn't working.

Bo closed his eyes as he felt Luke's hand on his shoulder and was amazed at just how much support and comfort that one touch brought. He wouldn't let Luke down now, not when he had fought with him to get him this far in such a short space of time. He tried to focus on bringing his breathing back under control, feeling the cool country air breeze soothingly around him, and for a moment he thought that it was working, until he found that it still wasn't coming any eaisier. He tried to make it seem like he was doing fine so Luke wouldn't insist on getting him back in the bed and just continued to look out over the beautiful hospital gardens, feeling the warmth of the sun beat down gently on his face, something he now appriciated more than ever.

Hey, i've only just noticed people doing this. What do you guys think of this? Me and B.L have been working hard on it and never really checked to see if anyone has been reading. We'd love to hear what you think, wouldn't we B.L?

He instantly felt guilty as he spotted the look on Luke's face out of the corner of his eye, but his pride and his stubborness to do this on his own was the only thing that was in the forefront of his mind. He wasn't going to give this up without a fight. He looked determindly ahead, the window a few tantalising steps away from his reach. He could feel his breathing already starting to worsen now but he wasn't about to stop now whatever the doctor said. He didnt need that stupid tent, all he needed was proper fresh air, which was why he had been heading over to the window in the first place. After a few more stumbles, but without falling over, he finally reached the window after what seemed like an eternity. He leant on the window sill and weakly pushed the window up, taking a deep breath as the fresh country air filled his lungs.

Bo jerked his arm away angrily from Luke's grip and pushes himself back to his feet. He cant even tell them that he's fine and the only reason he fell was because he tripped over his own feet. He turned determindly back towards the window and moved to try it again.

He smiles gently as he hears Luke's gasp and he knows it wont be long before he does come running, expecially if he has another near miss like that. He keeps his breathing steady and carries on taking small, slow steps towards the window, but only three-four steps away, he stumbles, falling forwards.

Bo pointed over to the other side of the room where the window was at Luke's question, noticing them both trying to stop themselves rushing to help steady him. He knew it would only be a matter of time though before one of them cracked and helped him. His money was on Luke being the first one. After a slight pause he then tried the step with his other leg, determined not to fall over and to make it to the window eventually. He wobbled slightly as he foot left the floor and he had to catch his breath as he thought he would fall over. But he didn't and he everntually maanged to take two more steps forward.

Bo firmly shook his head, refusing to sit back down now he was on his feet. Once he could feel the muscles in his legs beneath him, he hesitantly let go of the bed and stood on his feet properly, gasping slightly as his unused cramped up muscles complained. But he was still determined to do as much as he could. HIs jaw set tightly and his breathing focused and steady, he lifted a trembling foot slightly off the ground and took a small baby step forward.

Bo grinned and lightly punched Luke playfully in the arm as he reminds him about the hospital gown. He always was uncomfortable in anything but his jeans and yellow, sometiems blue or both, top, but this was just downright humiliating. With a slow, shaky breath he lowered his feet all the way to the floor, leaning against the bed as he straightened up.

Bo nods and chuckles slightly at Luke's comment, noting how that particular action didn't really do much harm to his chest. He was determined he wasn't going to let this thing beat him. The doctors hadn't told him much about the infection he had, other than he needed constant antibiotics for it, but he didnt care what it was. He would beat it, and he would beat it down good enough in the next 24 hours, hew as confident of it.

Daisy smiled gently back at her and nodded. "Yeah...but I dont think i'm ever gonna forget this B.L. The change in him....it's too differenet and dramatic." Bo took a moment to asses how he felt before grabbing the notepad and pencil Well it dont feel like I's got Luke sittin' on ma chest, but it ain't exactly as easy as it should be ta breathe....I don't feel too bad though, its just gettin' used ta it more than anythin'...

Daisy nodded, not crying, just keeping herself calm. "I just...its just hard to see him like that B.L....I cant watch him like that or i'll never forget it. I just wanna rememeber how he was like before all this started." After a few minutes, Bo manages to get his breathing down to some sort of normailty, although it is still shaky, it doesn't sound too bad to him. He looked up, smiling gently at Luke and Uncle Jesse.

Daisy shook her head, not wanting to see this. She wanted to be there for Bo, but seeing him so weak and still trying to walk would be too much. She wanted to remember Bo's powerful stride and cheery dispositon, not him like this. She turned and quickly fled the room, sitting in the waiting room. Bo watched her go as Luke and Jesse unzipped the tent and helped him to swing his legs off the bed. Instantly he found it more difficult to breathe, but he was determined this time not to let it get him. He forced himself to calm down and took long deeep breaths, getting his body used to having non pure oxygenated air again.

Daisy nodded in silent agreement with Uncle Jesse, shocked at the fact that Luke could even think letting Bo go early was even something that could be considered, let alone worth arguing with Uncle Jesse about. Bo scowled as he heard what B.L said, but looked happier that he had Luke's support. He looked back up at Uncle Jesse before writing another note. PLease Uncle Jesse....I almost...well I did die in here....and the doc's still don't know how serious this infection is....if I die, I wanna die with my family around me, including the General, and die happy, knowing I's done everythin' I want to do in life. If I don't so this, i'll regret it, especially if one of you's get hurt.

Bo hangs his head as Uncle Jesse speaks firmly to him, and he knows that tone. That tone generally means it would be eaisier to reverse a buzz saw than argue with what he was saying. But as each member of his family told him that it juts wouldn't be possible, one of them remained quiet...Luke. He looked up at his older cousin through the plastic sheet that was starting to get misty and saw the undenaible look that he was deep in thought. He scribbled out another note and handed it to Uncle Jesse I won't know what I's can do until I try it. DIdn't you saw Uncle Jesse that if the good lord wants to he can provide miricles? I don't want to let you all deal with these guys alone and 'sides, I's the only one who knows where their hideout is if this all goes wrong and we have to move ta plan B....As for the General, well Luke can help me in, he has done 'afore when I's been out cold. I don't need no special premission from the doc's to go neither, I can self discharge....

Daisy watched in amazement as Bo sketched out his plan and showed them what he was planning to do, but by the end she was frowning. "That's a really great plan sugar....but you said you need two people to every car. If Uncle Jesse and me's in the truck, B.L and Cooter are in his two truck leadin' the state police....who's goin' with Luke in General Lee?" Before she finsihed asking the question, she already knew what the answer was going to be, from the look in Bo's eyes. He raised hs hand and pointed one finger to his chest...Me. Daisy shook her head and sighed. "Bo ya ain't well enough to get out this room let alone the whole hospital!" Bo scribbled a note and passed it to Daisy who read it out. There ain't no way i's gonna let you's all go out and face these guys alone. If somethin' goes wrong and I ain't there I'd never forgive myself. s'far as I see it, I an't gonna be doin' no runnin' so I's ain't gonna get out of breath, to get around I's can borrow a wheel chair and in the General all I's gonna be doin' is sittin' in the passenger seat while Luke drives.

Quickly, Bo sketched out a brief map of the road and labelled where all the cars should be and what everyone needed to do. The general was to be parked along the left side and when the truck got hijacked and the state police started to follow, the General would be there until the trees disappeared at the fork in the road. It would then power ahead to block off the forward road and Jesse's pick up would already be waiting to block off the other, trapping the truck in the middle of the general and truck and the whole state police

Yeah, 24 hours to prove to the doctors that i'm fine and can help out with the plan. He quickly scibbled it down on a piece of paper, giving a thankful glance to B.L through the damn stupid tent. Well the truck is plannin' on goin' down Ol' Mill Road at around 7:45 tomorrow night, and to get hijacked at around 8:00. If we's can get inta position at the time, we's could hide out in the dark alongside the road and catch 'em in the act, if we call up the state police and tell 'em what's happenin'

Bo sighed and shook his head impatiently at Luke, bringing up both his hands to show that he can't exactly write it down now because both his hands were a bit preoccupied, one was bleeding and the other was trying to stop the bleeding.

Bo is forced to turn is head away as the doctor takes his hand. He has always had a phobia of needles, and he felt weak at the knees just knowing that there were two implanted in the back of his hand, let alone he was about to see one sliding out from underneath his skin. He was pleased to hear that he could actually still talk, he was beginning to wonder, but he didnt think from the pain that had seared through it when he was being sick that he would be trying it anytime soon. He nodded his thanks to the doctor, hoping his family were more convinced he was better now.

Oh yeah, Bo had a question alright. Why couldn't he just have some bottled medicine and be let go! It wasn't like his breathing was that bad, it didnt feel like he was being sat upon by Luke or an elephant anymore. He didnt say that though, knowing it would only get him a telling off from Uncle Jesse. How long till I can talk again, and can you do all that stuff now?

Bo grins and shoots an annoying 'I told you so' look at Luke before waving the doc back and scribbling out some questions for him to answer. I wanna know, when I can get out of this tent, its hot and stuffy and I dont like it, when I can take these damn needles out the back of my hand and when I can start talking again. Plus I wanna walk around, my legs are all cramped and horrible. Needless to say, Bo was not at the moment in the best of moods.