Spraypaint stares blankly up at the hospital room ceiling with tired eyes. The heart monitor next to him beeps repeatedly, the noise coming from it being the only thing grounding him in reality. That and the dull pain he still feels on his right face. The room is dark and chilly, his blanket barely keeping him warm. The bandages wrapped around his head feel too tight, but he's managed to block that feeling out. He just feels... numb.

He can't really focus on anything, his mind filled with too many thoughts all at once. There's nothing he can really do but wait for a nurse to come check up on him.

The door to the room opening makes his eyes slowly drift towards it. He sees you, one of the people he used to pal around with whilst committing crimes.

"Er.. hi." He says softly, looking back up at the ceiling.