by: Kristy Duke
Fear grabs a tight hold of me as I stare numbly at the old clock that rests above the nurses desk, silently counting down how long we have waited on word for Bo. Despite the happy word of Garrett awake and quickly recovering from his injuries, my mind and fear remain upon Bo. All that Luke had said that he had witnessed and all that had happened in the shaft continues to haunt me while my imagination vividly flashes scenes of what my nephew must have went through. Of his fear and of his pain. With the injuries that Luke had described to me and of Bo’s condition, fear of losing him rushes through me, making me think of a life without Bo. As I have done many times in the past when he had grown up with his diseases and had been left in the hospital fighting for his life. As we had done a year and a half a go when we had been led to believe he had died in the accident. Watching the clock slowly tick by, I am lost once again in prayer for my nephew’s fragile life, that he may be strong enough to pull himself out of his weak condition that he is in now. That he may live long enough to have a future, that his life may have a chance to go back to as it had been before the fight at the Boar’s Nest between Luke and Garrett.
Thinking of Luke, I slowly glance over at Luke who stands quietly at the window that over looks a muddy pasture filled with cows and horses. Blood and sweat stain his clothing as he stares blankly through the window, a lone tear melts down his right cheek as he remains lost upon thoughts of Bo. His right eyes is blackly bruised with a thin cut above his left dark eye brow from his own brief moment as prisoner. For a moment I debate upon approaching him before I slowly let the thought escape in knowledge that there isn’t anything I can say or do that would help him any. The only thing that would help him would be a good and positive word from Bo’s doctor. If that is even possible.
I let go a deep breath I had been holding before I glance back at the clock and sigh heavily at seeing that we have been waiting for two hours for word on Bo. Two long hours in the emergency room. Glancing to my left, I take in Daisy and Kristy who stare quietly into an open, old magazine despite not seeing the pictures that is shown. LB, Cooter, Brodie, and Dobro sit somberly in the far corner, their emotions spread across their crazy eyes as they fear for their friend’s life. Standing across the room is Sergeant Frank Mills who waits for word on Bo himself from hearing about his partner’s health problems. Sergeant Mueller will be released in a day after a day of observation. After visiting Treyton, Frank had declared that he would stay to hear about Bo. An FBI agent waiting worriedly on my nephew. The irony doesn’t leave me. JD Hogg and Lulu Hogg sit holding hands upon the bench seats across the room, awaiting word on Rosco as well who by the sounds of things, is doing ok.