"y-yes, it's fine. I just... could you get someone who works here?"
he was clearly in horrible pain. That must've been a nasty cut, not to mention it's probably covered in whatever was in the bottle he dropped
"it-it's fine, but I picked up the glass- OH a trash can"
he ran over to it and dumped all the glass, his hands were covered in blood and with a step back and a sharp inhale through gritted teeth it was clear that it was in fact not fine
"the floor still isn't clean, and there's probably smaller shards everywhere. I'm sorry about breaking it, I'll pay for it."
he walked up to the cashier reaching for his pocket which presumably had money in it
"it's seriously really fine, I can deal with it"
he pulled out some money
"how much does it cost?"
you could see the pain on his face even if he tried to seem like it was fine, he gave the cashier some money and apologized for the inconvenience, just as he did that he very clearly stumbled back a little and looked at his hands which were visibly shaking
"shi-"
he caught himself and looked around
"ha ha I should probably wash my hands."