Panel 1: Rose is sitting beside Iz's hospital bed and holding his hand. Iz, as usual, is unconscious.
Rose: It's just so frustrating.
Panel 2:
Rose: Obviously, your situation trumps mine, but come on: I can't get any kind of job? As anything?
Panel 3:
Rose: I can do lots of things. But it's always, "Oh, sorry, we need you to be able to see, and also, brain injuries freak us out."
Panel 4:
Rose: ...she says to the comatose multi-millionaire.
Rose: I don't even understand my own life.
Alt-Text:
I was about to point out that Iz's life was more inexplicable than
hers, but then I thought, "......Is it?" And now I can't decide
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