(I gave Yasmina some trauma, and constant nightmares sorry)
Sammy was getting worse by the second. 'Where the heck is Yasmina? She needs the antidote now!' Brooklynn thought. Sammy's skin grew colder by the second. A little longer, and she will tumble off the edge of life into the hands of death. Just as Yasmina neared the camp, Sammy passed the threshold of death. When Brooklynn told Yasmina that Sammy had passed, Brooklynn looked as if she would pass out. Yasmina walked past Brooklynn and over to the lifeless body of her love; she grabbed Sammy's wrist softly and put two fingers on her pulse point. Brooklynn was right Sammy had died before Yasmina could administer the antidote. Yasmina could hear the other's whispering saying that Yasmina could have saved Sammy if she had been faster. No one cared to comfort her as she mourned the loss of her best friend. Instead, the others comforted themselves; they couldn't care less about Yasmina. Tears fell from Yasmina's cheeks onto Sammy's flower shirt; she whispered, "I'm sorry, Sammy, I should have been faster. I should have been here in your final moments. I'll tell your family what happened to you if we do get off this goddamn fucking island." Yasmina fell asleep hugging the corpse of her only trusted friend. The campers buried Sammy's body the next day near the river.
Five months later, when they escaped the island, they finally made it to Costa Rica. Yasmina broke at the sight of Sammy's family; she walked up to Sammy's mother and, with tears in her eyes, spoke, "Mrs. Gutierrez, I'm Yasmina, one of Sammy's friends. I'm sorry, but Sammy was killed by a dinosaur created by Dr. Wu. I tried, but I couldn't administer the antidote; she passed before I got there. I'm so sorry." Mrs. Gutierrez looked at Yasmina and knew she was telling the truth. Her little girl was never coming back to her. "We buried her near a river by our camp on Isla Nublar. I promised myself that I would tell you what happened to her." Yasmina started to sob, remembering that she let this woman's daughter die; the older Gutierrez, with tears in her eyes, walked up to her and hugged her in hopes to ease the pain in both their hearts and whispered, "It's alright. I can see how much she meant to you as well." As Mrs. Gutierrez embraced Yasmina, she smelled the scent of hay and delicate marigolds. The smell was identical to Sammy's hair which, throughout this ordeal that always calmed her. Yasmina started to get a headache, and memories flashed through her of the first time they met, up until Sammy's last breath. The heartbreak Yasmina felt may never heal completely.
