Jennifer felt a hand on her head.<br/><br/>"Max?" she blurted as she sat up, knowing he would be unconscious. To her amazement, he was staring at her. Jennifer hastily wiped the drool from her mouth and brushed her unruly hair from her gritty eyes. Her head throbbed but she leaped up. "Max!"<br/><br/>The aid came in with a tray of soft hot cereal but nearly dropped the tray when she saw that Max's eyes were open and focused. Hastily she sat the tray on the portable table and then crossed herself as she scurried from the room.<br/><br/>Tears began to wash the grit from Jennifer's eyes as she clung to his hand. His grasp was not as strong as it had been but his eyes were clear, full of intelligence and clarity.<br/><br/>"We have been here for three weeks." Jennifer explained." Aiden and Gauis risked their lives for us and kept us alive in the process. They brought us here, just across the border into Mexico. They are the best friends a person could ask for. They asked very few questions and believed in us."<br/><br/>Max reached for her and Jennifer draped herself across his chest. " I won't ever leave you behind again." Jennifer declared. "If you die, I want to die too. What good am I without you?" She gripped the thin thermal blanket in her determination to convince him.<br/><br/>A group of nurses trooped in and began recording Max's vitals and chattering in Spanish. Jenn picked up a few words, "Bueno," which meant good and "Vida" which she knew meant life or live, something like that. To the amazement of the nurses, she climbed up in bed with Max, sliding her feet under the covers. She snuggled next to him and murmured.<br/>"They say you will live and that is good."