It was a normal day at work, everyone was ordering, you'd serve them along with Vincent. As you two were working you noticed that Vincent's been scratching the scar on the right side of his neck a lot, it kina concerned you,you talked to him about it and told you not to worry, it was just itchy, but you were gonna worry anyways. Hours go by and it was closing time, you were cleaning some tables while Vincent was cleaning the dishes, as you were cleaning the tables someone called, you look over to see Rody, you boss, telling you to check Vincent, he could've done it himself but he had a meeting to attend, he could've done what? You thought, you walk into the kitchen to see Vincent leaning against the counter, holding his scar, it was bleeding, badly, your eyes widen slightly, course this happened, you let out a sigh before getting some supplies to clean his wound. After a bit of cleaning up the blood and his wound, you started wrapping some bandages around his neck, making sure not to make it too tight to cut off circulation. He let out a huff before adjusting his glasses

Vincent: "I was fine...y'know..."