Lungs of Ink

Lunch with an Idol

<Samantha's POV>
The day just got better.  Sure,  I was put on the spot in situations I dispise being in, but eventually, the situation turned out better than I had hoped it would be.  I'm going to lunch with my brother and favorite writer. It had a bit of bumps, but that was okay.
For starters, outside of the small cafe we were going to, some crowd was gathering around this one person. He was preaching something, it was hard to tell. When we came closer, however, it took everything I had not to gib slap him.
"This disease the media speaks about, it is a warning from God! The sinful are being punished for what they've done! We must listen to His warning and.."
I glanced at both William and Johnathan, and started coughing.
They understood and pretended to start helping me.
The crowd and the man preaching turned their attention to me as I coughed up the black liquid, where it was this time working in my favour.
The man was shocked as the crowd glared at him and walked off. He was in shock, he must have never realized a child could get it as well.
Eventually, he left and I stopped.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but take the opportunity." I muttered, wiping my lips.
"It was better than what I was going to do. William responded as we walked in.
Then I ran into my parents.
Usually, this would be a good thing, correct?  Well, not in my case.  The bump here is that my parents had given up and thrown me out after I had gotten the disease.  My brother, furious by this, had began to raise me after the age of seven and we moved out.  
It was extremely awkward, they've changed so much.  Their behavior was masked and you couldn't tell that it was.  It hurt, knowing how they truly were.
But, it got better.  As soon as they left, William had bumped into someone.  A man with lack, nearly combed hair swooped to the side, striking black eyes, dressed for the winter, and a slight tan to his skin.  He was wearing a set of glasses sliding down his nose and was in a rush.  About twenty five, I believe?
Long story short, the two ran face first into eachother, and both seeming to be modest people, they began to rush with apologies as me and my vampire of a brother laughing as they rambled, the stranger's cheeks turning a touch redder than they already were. After a moment of silence between them, the stranger spoke up.
"I apologize sir… I'm a huge fan of your books and I wasn't expecting to run into you and-"
"No, it's fine, I wasn't looking where I was going." He responded, going quiet, his cheeks only a touch red. I'm planning to use this information later.  No, I will use this information for later.  When the time is right.
After a bit of awkward small talk between the two, they parted ways and we continued to go sit down.  Eventually,  we got our food after a crowd gathered around William.
After that, life was good.  My disease was out of the way, no matter how hard it was for me to talk.
Until, halfway through eating, some guy came in waving a gun around with a few cops at the table next to us.  Good move, Sherlock.  
I was, actually terrified, so I just silently slid under the table and left my bag there.  One of them sighed, rolled his eyes and muttered a small "I've got this" and drew his gun.  Protocol of "drop the gun" and all that jazz began, but the situation became a bit clearer when the maniac began talking.
"I'll drop the gun when I get the cure!" He shouted, his gun turning to the police officer.  That's when William and Johnathan joined me under the table.  
"Cure to what, kid?" The policeman asked, in almost a snarl.
"That- that disease that you keep hearing on the news!  The ink disease!"  The man replied.  His voice was beginning to quiver.
"Everyone in here can't afford it, nor will just hand it ove-"
Almost on que, he began coughing,  like he was in extreme pain, that black liquid dripping out of his mouth.  Panic was now rising in everyone.  Mothers and fathers were shielding children's eyes, people were hiding, unsure what to do.   The gun dropped out of his hand as he fell on the floor, curling up, the pistol sliding away.
Instinctively, I ran to him, dispite the policemen and my brother trying to grab me.  What was he going to do in this state, give it to me?  I already had it.
I began quietly comforting him as he silently cried and the policemen and women were trying their best to help.

Three dead, fifteen known cases total.

How can a day go like this, with it's sudden hopes, and it's ups and downs?

It's terrifying.

(And so is this chapter!  A/N: I'm sorry if this whole thing seems rushed!  After I complete it, I'll ruffle it out!)