Nicole's face is all kinds of purple against the hospital bed. She squeezes my hand. I squeeze back because Stonewall was a riot.
The nurse forces conversation. "How do you know her?"
"Classmates." I lie. I know he knows. We aren't the only ones in the ER.
"What do you study?"
I think back to the fire, and grass, the screaming. The fist in Nicole's face, and the officer whiping my spit out his eye. I smile sadly at him, because I know he's in danger too, the single area where there's discrimination.