#wah.

Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin.

No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth or guiding a boy and girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

Do they fly through God's body and come out singing? Do they swing like children from the hinges of the spirit world saying their names backwards and forwards? Do they sit alone in little gardens changing colors?

What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes, their diet of unfiltered divine light? What goes on inside their luminous heads? Is there a wall these tall presences can look over and see hell?

If an angel fell off a cloud, would he leave a hole in a river and would the hole float along endlessly filled with the silent letters of every angelic word?

If an angel delivered the mail, would he arrive in a blinding rush of wings or would he just assume the appearance of the regular mailman and whistle up the driveway reading the postcards?

No, the medieval theologians control the court. The only question you ever hear is about the little dance floor on the head of a pin where halos are meant to converge and drift invisibly.

It is designed to make us think in millions, billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one: one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet, a small jazz combo working in the background.

She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over to glance at his watch because she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.

Is in a wheelchair for the first three months post CT, though after he's healed up enough, he uses one off and on. The wheelchair we see in the show is NOT an everyday wheelchair, despite it being months after CT, that leads me to believe that it is not a permanent thing

Despite him not being 100% wheelchair bound, he is an ambulatory wheelchair user, the nerves in his leg were peobably a wee bit jacked after the incident so long walks without some sort of aid are a no go. When he's not using a wheelchair, he uses forearm crutches or a rollator

No matter what it is, he WILL deck out his mobility aids, if its legally his then he's making it LOOK like his. Stickers, keychains, beads, etcetc. He also has spikes on the handles of his wheelchair because he HATES when people push it for him without his explicit permission, like go away???

The first few months (after he's healed enough to move around) were spent in almost 24/7 physical therapy, he need a LOT of it to even be able to stand, nvm walk, he does eventually get to a point where he can walk, even without aid, but it's a lot more strenuous than before and he needs a LOT more breaks.

Tries growing his hair out again, gets overwhelmed, cuts it again

Gets a Nova Scotian Duck Tolling Retriever who is his service pup :D they can warn when his blood pressure/heart are getting a lil out of hand, as well as retrieving things for him

Can't do a lot of activities, especially for the first year, as his heart is still quite weak due to the bloodloss and. It literally stopping. The rest of the camp fam make sure to find things he can do safely though

Stayed with his grandparents in italy when he was discharged from the hospital, he was still a lil too much of a risk for the flight back to america, it was also nice to spend time back in italy with family rather than fighting for his damn life.

Gets headaches/migraines especially easily now, as well as getting winded, chest pain and lightheadedness become very familiar to him.

The camp fam take turns taking him to his doctors appointments, though Kenji and Yaz do it the most

This ones a bit angsty I fear, but he def gets really sad about Bumpy not being a few hour drive away anymore, like yeah, he can go to Italy, visit his grandparents, stay with Darius while he's there for work, but it's not the same, she's not *there*. It takes a long while to get used to, honestly he feels really lost without her for the first while, makes one of the photos Darius sent him with her and Smoothie his phone background, finds himself staring at photos of her until his heart aches. It sucks, he misses her, a lot, she was his best friend and now it's just like when he came back from Nublar and was left constantly worrying about her, and now Smoothie was added to the mix too. Poor guy has definitely cried over it more than a couple times.

Speaking of, he becomes a bit of a crybaby after the incident, blames it on his meds, but more than anything, it's because of how close he came to death, how he was mere moments away from not being around, and that's terrifying. He had paranoia already, but this is a whole nother level.

Constantly telling his friends and family he loves them, he doesn't want to risk losing a last chance.

His mom calls him at least once a week to check in, when she heard about what happened it was like she was shot back to when she found out about Nublar, she nearly lost her baby boy again and she wasn't going to risk missing his voice again.

Definitely gets a lot more anxious of anything with a thagomizer, the first time he saw a stego up close after the incident he nearly had a panic attack

Kept the thagomizer, Kenji hates it but he can't really tell him no.

Brooklynn helps him with his bandages and cleaning the most, she's been there and knows what she's doing

Sammy makes him baked goods that don't have too much sugar as to not screw with his heart, nearly gets him on a vegetarian diet but he is a lil too stubborn

I'm drawing a bunch of toon NPCS (mostly clash, but some TTR too!) Some are my or my friend's favs, some requested by clashcord, some requested by ⬇️these people under the cut (closeups under the cut too)

Thank you to everyone who requested, by the way! This is fun to do :-]