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FOUR

In a blood drive beside Trinity College’s rugby pitch, Justin tries to hide his shaking hands from Sarah, while handing over his consent form and ‘Health and Lifestyle’ questionnaire, which frankly discloses far more about him than he’d reveal on a date. She smiles encouragingly and talks him through everything as though giving blood is the most normal thing in the world.

‘Now I just need to ask you a few questions. Have you read, understood and completed the health and lifestyle questionnaire?’

Justin nods, words failing him in his clogged throat.

‘And is all the information you’ve provided true and accurate to the best of your knowledge?’

‘Why?’ he croaks. ‘Does it not look right to you? Because if it doesn’t I can always leave and come back again another time.’

She smiles at him with the same look his mother wore before tucking him into bed and turning off the light.

‘OK, we’re all set. I’m just going to do a haemoglobin test,’ she explains.

‘Does that check for diseases?’ He looks around nervously at the equipment in the van. Please don’t let me have any diseases. That would be too embarrassing. Not likely anyway. Can you even remember the last time you had sex?

‘No, this just measures the iron in your blood.’ She takes a pinprick of blood from the pad of his finger. ‘Blood is tested later for diseases and STDs.’

‘Must be handy for checking up on boyfriends,’ he jokes, feeling sweat tickle his upper lip. He studies his finger.

She quietens as she carries out the quick test.

Justin lies supine on a cushioned bench and extends his left arm. Sarah wraps a pressure cuff around his upper arm, making the veins more prominent, and she disinfects his inner elbow.

Don’t look at the needle, don’t look at the needle.

He looks at the needle and the ground swirls beneath him. His throat tightens.

‘Is this going to hurt?’ Justin swallows hard as his shirt clings to his saturated back.

‘Just a little sting,’ she smiles, approaching him with a cannula in her hand.

He smells her sweet perfume and it distracts him momentarily. As she leans over, he sees down her V-neck sweater. A black lace bra.

‘I want you to take this in your hand and squeeze it repeatedly.’

‘What?’ he laughs nervously.

‘The ball,’ she smiles.

‘Oh.’ He takes a small soft ball into his hand. ‘What does this do?’ His voice shakes.

‘It’s to help speed up the process.’

He pumps at top speed.

Sarah laughs. ‘Not yet. And not that fast, Justin.’

Sweat rolls down his back. His hair sticks to his sticky forehead. You should have gone for the haircut, Justin. What kind of a stupid idea was this—‘Ouch.’

‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ she says softly, as though talking to a child.

Justin’s heart beats loudly in his ears. He pumps the ball in his hand to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He imagines his heart pumping the blood, the blood flowing through his veins. He sees it reach the needle, go through the tube and he waits to feel faint. But the dizziness never comes and so he watches his blood run through the tube and down under the bed into the collection bag she has thoughtfully hidden below the bed on a scale.

‘Do I get a KitKat after this?’

She laughs. ‘Of course.’

‘And then we get to go for drinks or are you just using me for my body?’

‘Drinks are fine, but I must warn you against doing anything strenuous today. Your body needs to recover.’

He catches sight of her lace bra again. Yeah, sure.

Fifteen minutes later, Justin looks at his pint of blood with pride. He doesn’t want it to go to some stranger, he almost wants to bring it to the hospital himself, survey the wards and present it to someone he really cares about, someone special, for it’s the first thing to come straight from his heart in a very long time.