Shannon waited for her idiot brother sitting down on a blue chair in the John F. Kennedy airport in New York. She really did not want to see a person's eyes bleeding in front of her yesterday in Richmond, Virginia. She was petrified. She heard on the news that an epidemic in Virginia literally caused people to bleed, terrifying her even more considering the encounter with the man with bleeding eyes. She called her brother on her Android.
"Where the hell are you? Come here already!" she shouted over the phone. A couple of people glanced at her, then shrugging it off. She ignored them. Looking outside of the window, she focused on a 737 taking off from the ground. She wondered how these massive tubes of aluminum were able to take off and fly to their destination. As soon as she stopped plane-spotting, she noticed her brother walking towards the seat.
"Finally." She mumbled, her brother hearing her.
"What? It's not like we're late."
"Our plane boards at 4:10. It's 4:05, you idiot."
"Fair enough." he said, sarcasm filling his voice. Her brother's voice sounded dry. He sniffled and coughed, further worsening her anxiety.
"What?" he said, noticing his sister staring at him.
"Nothing." she spat back. She was heading for Dubai because her brother wanted to vlog there for his YouTube channel with five thousand subscribers. She hated the heat. It felt like she was inside a toaster wherever her brother went to somewhere hot. She also hated the cold. When they both went to Moscow, she felt like ice cream inside of a freezer. Her scarf was way too big, but it kept her warm. She read a script for his video wherever they went, acting like a cheerful person when she actually wasn't. She hated him, but she was able to keep her rage contained.
A few minutes passed by, and her flight was finally boarding. "Let's go," her brother said. She got up and took her novel to read once the plane was cruising.
The plane landed smoothly on the runway. As the passengers got off the plane, Shannon felt dizzy. She walked down groggily on the stairs, holding her brother's hand as support. His condition worsened. He was coughing frantically on the flight, and everyone was looking at him. Shannon's nose was runny. Both of them walked groggily to a bus stop on the street.
Cough. Cough. Shannon coughed out flem into her napkin. Their bus halted, and the doors slided open. "Finally," Shannon thought. Both of them entered the bus, and it was packed with passengers. Shannon was slightly faster than her brother. But she noticed something. Her brother was blowing blood into a tissue.