Panel 1: Iz kneels on his bedroom floor and reaches out towards the future Rose huddled next to his bed.
Iz: Where does it hurt?
Future Rose: Doctor.
Panel 2:
Iz: I know a lot of first ai--
Future Rose: I know. Doctor.
Panel 3:
Iz: What doc--
Future Rose: Don't remember...her name...she moves away in...a year...had to come to now...ask Rose...but don't tell her I'm...
Panel 4: Iz begins to cry.
Iz: Let me help!
Future Rose: Stop empathising!
Alt-Text: Your empathy is supremely irritating! Apparently!
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