He washed his hands in the sink, trying not to look at his face in the mirror. He looked at his eyes instead. The soap made his hands smell like pine trees. When it was all over he was outside, and there were a lot of people standing around the blood drive tent. He pretended to be dizzy, but no one noticed, wrapped up as they were in their own feelings of heroism.

Well, he didn't want to join their stupid club anyway. He tried to scoff at a girl who was crossing the street, but she didn't even notice.