Elly May Duke

Jesse: *feels her face* I think your fever is coming back

Daisy: *smiles and strokes his hair* It wasn't as bad as seeing you have that seizure.

Jesse: Okay baby *helps her back to her room*

Jesse: *hugs her* Yeah. . .wonder . . .wonder. . .what's for lunch?

Daisy: You really did Andrew. . .like you really were . . .I don't know. . .you looked terrible

Daisy: *just looks down at her son not believing that he had such strong faith* How did it feel being in the wheelchair you looked tired and weak.

Jesse: Daisy? You feel good enough to go back to your bed now?

Jesse: Yeah. . .but then we never got to know her. . .Doc said he could never figure out what it was that killed her.

Daisy: I really wish I could give you a better live. . .most of your life you've been in the hospital.

Jesse: Still this night will be special *pulls a picture from a pocket in his overalls* Yeah. . .that sweet baby

Jesse: I know you do.

(lol. . .I am a little like her myself, but remeber the one time where she fell down the stairs? That's where my fear stems from. . .and okay think I'll go get one too) Doc leaves Daisy: Andrew you okay sugar?

Jesse: No. . .you love her Daisy and that is all that matters.

Jesse: That'd be nice, but I don't know. . .supposed to be our dinner in honor of Misty.

(I know you ever seen Life With Derrek?) Doc: Well I'll just let you alone. . .now I'll know if he has a seizure so don't worry about that.

Jesse: Okay. . .well anyhow. . .what you got planned for our special dinner?

Jesse: He's always been the baby, but still he seems to upset over the whole thing for it to just be that. . .I wish I knew what he was really thinking.

(I was wondering about that) Doc: Well any thoughts? (Yeah. . .lucky too. . .I have been and still am afraid I'll fall down the stiars, but lukcily I haven't. . .when I was especially younger. . .I could just be walking and then fall like someone had tripped me)

Jesse: You don't look too good. . .*helps her to the sofa* Rest a little bit. . .I know this thing with Bo can't be good for you

Jesse: You think? Maybe. . .what do you mean you ain't strong?

Doc: They are, but they don't affect . . .what would help him in school (same with what I have. . .it only affects my balance. . .tho luckily I haven't fallen at school in a few years)

Jesse: Daisy. . .what's the matter baby?

Doc: I know this isn't easy for you Daisy. . .the good news though is that. . .as far as everything I can tell . . .he's perfect mentaly.

Daisy: *sighs and suddenly falls to the floor*

Jesse: What do you think she would have been like?