Summary: The destination they are at is intense when they're in the hospital so they decided to take a break during the investigation before going back in.
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YN's POV
"Let's go outside to the RV and take a small break," my boyfriend Dakota says as the energy in the building was getting a little too hard to handle. We all agreed and followed him out of the building and back to the RV that was parked a few minutes away from the building.
"That hospital is so intense like I feel like I can finally breathe again," Chelsea says stretching while still holding her camera.
"Yeah, that place sucks the energy out of you," Tanner agrees while taking a sip from his water bottle.
"Man we were all fine until we got to the ER floor, then everything went down from there," Dakota says while running a hand through his hair. I placed my camera on a table outside the RV facing the group as I walked a little bit away from them and took out my box of cigarettes and lighter. I took a stick out of the box, brought it to my lips and cupped my hands around it as the flame didn't blow out when I lit it. I inhaled the stick as smoke filled my lungs, I slowly exhaled and immediately felt calmer. That's the way my parents taught me when I got to my teens, they bought me cigarettes to help with my anxiety so I'm used to having a smoke when I needed to calm down.
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"You ok?" Dakota asked as I walked towards the group, holding the cigarette between my two fingers.
"Yeah I'm good, Alex you ok?" I asked bringing the sick to my lips and inhaling while keeping my distance from Dakota because I don't like to be close to him when I smoke.
"I'm good too, I feel a lot better smelling the fresh air," he said while sitting in a lawn chair holding his camera. I grabbed my water bottle and opened it and took a few sips after taking the cigarette out of my mouth. After a few more minutes outside we were ready to go back in, I stomped on the finished cigarette. I picked my camera up and walked in the back of the group with Alex as we headed back into the building. It was time to sleep on our own and I got the hallway of the recovery floor. I set up my bed and sat on it while asking questions with the gadget on the floor.
"Is anyone here with me right now?" I asked and waited for a reply.
"Where's my mommy?" What sounded like a little girl asked. It broke my heart when I heard her small voice.
"Can you tell me your name?" I asked hoping to start a conversation with the little girl.
"Emma," she responded making me happy.
"Emma, I'm YN. How old are you?" I asked waiting for her response.
"5," she said and I almost started to cry when I found out how old she is when she died.
