Panel 1: In Iz's room, future Rose is lying in bed, looking distinctly unwell. Iz, who is sitting on the bed, hands her her glasses.
Future Rose: I know...I won't die...but it feels...like I will.
Iz: How did it happen? Who did this to you?
Panel 2: Future Rose has put the glasses on.
Future Rose: You did.
Panel 3: Iz stares at nothing with a look of abject horror on his face.
Panel 4:
Future Rose: Indirectly.
Iz [clutches his chest]: Thank you for the heart attack. That was great.
Alt-Text: It really was the BEST heart attack.
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