Daisy nodded before slipping away to the waiting area.

Tears dripped down Luke's cheeks, his hands shaking a little.

Soon the orderly had him to his room helping him into bed, writing on a chart and leaving them.

BO sat on the bed next to him quietly, looking him over softly, swallowing hard.

"You'll...you'll be okay..."

Luke looked up at him, sniffing on the tears that tickled his nose. "I'm sorry...I did this...to you"

"You ain't done nothing t'me Luke...we all hit...rough patches in life...we just gotta do whatever it takes t'help ya through it is all..I just want whats best fer you...I just want you to be okay again..."

Bo replied softly and tenderly back, knowing it probably wouldn't do any good seeing as he had been saying the same things over and over and Luke still didn't believe him but willing to say them as many times as Luke needed to take it on board.

"Love you Bo...I...I do...I...." he started choking up so conflicted with emotion he didn't know how to even say what he wanted to say.

"I know cousin...you dont gotta tell me its ok...I know you love me an you didnt every intend for this to happen...its okay it really is...you just focus on getting better alright..."

Bo reassured gently.

Luke gripped Bo's hand. "Wh-what if...they can't help me..."

"They will if you work with em Luke...dont fight em when they try and help you and you'll be fine again before you know it."

Bo counted quickly, not even about to entertain the thought that Luke would never be okay again.

Luke nodded slightly, listening to the soft sound of machines beeping and a wheeling cart going down the hallway. He simply nodded. I...I'll try."

Bo shook his head, running a hand through Luke's hair.

"No..I know you'll do it...cause you's promised me you will..and you aint ever broken a promise t'me.."

Luke started tearing up as he felt Bo's hand. The small touch meant a lot to him, and the thought of disappointing him was mor ethan he could take. "Wh-where's the doctor...wh-what'll they do?" he asked more scared then he showed.

Bo shrugged softly, shaking his blonde head softly.

"I really...really dont know...I've never...you know...all I know is they can help you...they'll probably just want to talk to you lots which means you gotta talk back t'em...tell em stuff...you can't keep all closed up no more..."

Luke swallowed. If Bo had asked him eat a chicken, feathers and all, it would have come easier than for him to talk to a stranger about what he was feeling. He could hardly tell those he loved most.

"Sometime its...eaisier than you think to talk to strangers...I mean...they dont know you...dont know...what your like outside of here...they aint...gonna judge you, they know you need help and everything..."

Bo said softly, praying in his head that what he was saying was true.

Luke swallowed nodding a little, though he wasn't looking forward to it.

Bo rubbed his hand softly, looking up as a female doctor came in with a smile to them both, holding a clipboard on her hip.

"Okay...so i'm guessing the one laying in the bed is a Mr Luke Duke..."

Luke nodded a little looking to Bo anxiously. "Don't go," he pleaded his heart thumping with nervousness.

Bo shook his head softly, squeezing luke's hand back gently.

"I wont for a while cousin..."

The doctor nodded and noted some things down on her clipboard before coming over and sitting in a chair beside the bed.

"Well....my name's Sara and I'll be the one in charge of your care and treatment. Now as far as I'm concerned we'll do this as much your way as we can Luke...we'll take it slow and work through this to get you feeling better and get yourself back on track...if Bo is to stay a while, I would rather you answer my questions...not him. Is that clear with both of you?"

Bo nodded with a small smile. "Yeah...perfectly..."

Luke nodded a little keeping hold of Bo's hand, clearly frightened.

"Good, that's good..." Sara said with a smile, Luke reminding her of a frightened little boy clinging to his parents hand. "So Luke...just to start off with can you just tell me your full name and your date of birth?"

Luke swallowed hard. "Lu-lukas Kevin Duke...S-september 9, 1958."

Sara nodded, noting down that too with a small smile.

"That's good...so why do you think you need help here then Luke? What is it you want me to help you with?"

"I...I...." he swallowed, ashamed to tell her. "See I...I was..."

Sara looked up at him with an encouraging smile, resting the clipboard on her lap.

"Its alright....just take it slow and explain to me in your own time..."

"I...I keep...gettin the desire to...to....end my life...." sayid Luke softly. "I...I hate ...I...I hate me," he added, the blunt honesty surprising everyone including himself.