This was an insane, madcap adventure that brilliantly snuck character exploration in around utter tomfoolery. Absolutely bonkers, and I loved every bit of it. :)

Bizarrily good!

This was very good. An interesting view into Neal's subconscious immediately after he is gravely injured. I thought Diana sticking a fork in him was interesting and I loved St. George and the Dragon. Peter had to yell at him and El had to cry and Mozzie hates hospitals. Thanks for writing.

Definitely reminds me of "Restless", season four ending of Buffy. I've watched that show at least half a dozen times, top to bottom, over some seven years, and that's still one of my favorite episodes.

Love this writing style, hands down. I'm a bit jealous. :)

Oh, very well done! I love the way you handled his delusions/dreams and had them leak over into his real life actions - I especially liked that they were art-related. It's great that it's all from Neal's point of view, yet you clearly communicate everyone else's behavior. Good job!

That was oddly cute. It's been a long time since I took a look at white collar

Whoa wait, I just realized you're also the author of "we're not friends, we're strangers with memories" which I've been following on AO3. Suddenly my love of your writing style makes a lot of sense. I'll definitely have to explore your other works; looks like you've written in a lot of fandoms I enjoy.

Wow, this is gorgeous. Spotted it on a random tumblr of white collar recs and I'm glad I clicked over here. I love how unclear it is what Neal is actually saying versus what he's just thinking, and I love the hallucinations, especially the St. George ones. This is so good; so funny and thought-provoking and sad all at the same time. Perfect!

I hadn't seen this one before, which is silly, 'cause I spent a while a few months back basically stalking your profile. Annnd, that was too much information and possibly creepy, so let's just move on to the part where I tell you I love your writing style, and Neal is such a complete nutcase when he's injured, because only Neal would do Van Gogh and St. George while in shock. :)

Fantastic, love it. :)

This may be my favorite story in the WC fandom. It's both hilarious and poignant, and little lines like, "Sitting with Kate on a garden bench telling stories (lies) about the future." and "He remembered reading somewhere as a kid that you slept half of your life. That had terrified him, and he'd spent a week trying not to sleep at all." and all these little lines which seem like nothing separately, but together tell the sad, disjointed story of Neal.

I don't even have enough words to describe my love for this fic. I read it a while back, but I wanted to find and probably comment on it.

LOL. I loved it. So very Neal. I can just see paintings, and painters (Especially(!) the Raphael) winding through his delirium. Great story.

I love you story. Makes me think of a surrealist painting, like Dali or something.
Great work
Thank you

nice, I love the dreams ;P

That was hilarious. Dreams are always whacked, and that's not including being shot and pumped full of drugs. Good job!

This was quite enjoyable. Everyone was spot on. Even in Neal's feverish hallucinations, Mozzie is delightfully mysterious. The strange Van Gogh and St. George bits woven in were really amusing and fitting.