I’m not terribly satisfied with this one, particularly the last panel. I wish I could have made the point without spelling it out. I originally had a more antagonistic ending, where the freckled character would be alone, head down, hands against the wall, repeating, “it’s not me, it’s the illness. It’s not me … ” but for some reason I opted for the warm, comforting last panel. It’s sure to get complaints saying “must be nice to have someone to cuddle with”. For the record, I never had anyone do that for me, but this a case where I’m not illustrating what people really do but rather what people should do. Easier said than done, I know.