Didn't see it coming

Susan rushes out of the bed and into the bathroom, looking frazzled and out of breath whilst Xander looks up from the bed filled with concern. "What's wrong?" He asks, staring at the swift movement in spilt seconds as she runs pulling the bedsheets with her.

"It's the bedsheet," Susan smirks with irritation, holding up a stained sheet. "It's my period. It's here unexpectedly, and I leaked on the bed."

Xander's eyes widen in shock. "Oh no, I'm so sorry about this," He says. "Let me get this cleaned up right away. But I don't have any pads or tampons with me, and I don't think any stores are open at this hour." He adds.

"You know what? Don't worry." He jumps up from the bed. "I'll go out and get you some." Hoping a superstore might be open for him to buy it.

"No, don't!" Susan protests. "It's too late, and you don't have to do that. You, going out now is definitely on probability whether you will see a shop open."

Leaning his shoulder on the wall, he looks at Susan. "I don't mind help