He'd just suffered from an explosion, aka GPS' self-destruction. Spraypaint has been going through alot, his best and only friend had died, he's still homeless and now he's got injuries all over, half his body being dented into itself.

he's laying in a hospital bed.. staring up at the ceiling, the heart monitor beeping away beside him and on his bedside table there's some flowers from an old friend of his from when he used to be a criminal. You knock on the hospital door

"Come in." He replies, he sounds tired.