Panel 1: In Iz's bedroom, an injured future Rose is in bed, under the covers. Iz sits on the bed, crying and hugging himself.
Iz: I can't...
Panel 2:
Iz: Okay. Okay. Listen.
Panel 3:
Iz: I am your friend. I care more about you than I do about anyone alive. I will help and protect you even though you hate me.
Panel 4: Now they're both crying.
Future Rose: This hurts more than the broken ribs.
Iz: Agreed.
Alt-Text: Do you need a hug, Iz? I need a hug. Would you like me to give you a hug? I'd be happy to do that.
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