A Little Bit Of Help

She opened the door to the flat. "Where have you been?" her flatmate asked. She looked worried. "Out running." she answered and took off her sweatshirt and started to make her way to the bathroom. Her flatmate took a step to the side, blocking her path. "Move." she said. "You're doing too many things." her flatmate asked. "You're not the boss of me." she answered. "Now, please move. I need to shower." she continued. Her flatmate didn't move. "I might not be the boss, but I am your friend. And I'm trying to look out for you." she said. "Listen, I don't need looking out for." she answered and tried to get past her flatmate. Her flatmate stood her ground. "I think you do. When was the last time you just sat down?" her flatmate asked. "Let's go to the living room and sit down." her flatmate said and nodded towards the living room. "I don't want to sit down. I want to take a shower and get out of my yucky clothes." she said. "You need to sit." her flatmate countered. "Listen, if I sit down I'm afraid I won't get up again." she said. "I'll help you, if that's the case." her flatmate answered. "That's exactly the thing. I don't want to be in a position where I need help." she answered. "How the hell do you think you got here in the first place?" her flatmate asked.