Tears ran continually down Luke's face as Bo pulled off his boots and helped him change. Luke felt like a baby, a helpless baby that did nothing but cry all day. He was ashamed of himself, and he knew in his heart that Bo was too. Luke was the big brother, the one in charge when Jesse was away. Soon, he would be the...patriarch. The very thought of it made him sick to his stomach. Sure it was true that he and Bo both could run a farm in his uncle's absence. Luke knew all about what crops to plant when, what to do in case of an uncommon Georgia frost, and about when to sell the produce and when to store it. He knew all the book-learning about crop rotation and he knew how to make a 30 year old tractor stay running for another decade. He didn't know how to hold his family together, not when piece by piece he was falling apart. Luke thought all of these things in a matter of seconds. He thought about death and wondered if it was the enemy he had always thought it to be. Maybe it was a friend...a misunderstood friend. After all, death would surely take the pain away he was feeling. He would have no more worries, no more tears...no more Bo and Daisy. He sighed heavily growing sleepier as the pills began to take effect. His eyes gradually closed against his warm tears. He wasn't cold, but he shivered nonetheless.