Although in pain, the sudden intrusion by James Brown had the woman's modesty making her forget her agony for a moment, as she yelled at him.
James Brown quickly retreated, pulling the sliding door shut and said, "How are you? You've bled so much."
Helen Wilson shouted, "Mind your own business, don't you dare come in!"
"Alright, alright, I won't come in. You really should be more careful when your Aunt Flo visits."
"I'm cut by glass, what Aunt Flo?" Helen Wilson immediately defended herself, as it would be utterly embarrassing if it really were that time of the month.
"Wow, can you manage on your own?"
"I... I can." Helen Wilson stubbornly insisted, but when she tried to attend to the wound, she found it really awkward, not to mention not knowing if there was any glass left inside, which made her agitated.
"How about I help you? If there's any glass inside, it'll be trouble. Plus, whether you treat it at home or go to the hospital, I've got to give you a hand either way."