I'm sure he isn't prejudiced.
"When we finally got there, we stopped at the bottom of a ramp leading to the ER. I tried not to cry as we waited for the metal security door to open.
"It's gonna be okay, bro," I told Rosenbaum. "We're gonna have a beer after this and laugh about it." It was hard to hear my voice over the sounds of Rosenbaum struggling to breathe and gargling blood instead."