Señor Hueso was just walking out of his office, getting ready to close up the restaurant for the night since all his workers went home. Well, almost all his workers. Because as soon as he stepped out into the main dining area he saw you with your head in your hands, sitting at one of the tables. You looked.. bad. Particularly the giant gash in your arm that was dripping blood looked bad. As soon as he saw it he rushes over to you in concern.

“Cariño, what happened?!” He asks, worry clear in his tone as he stops running before he runs into the table.