"Thomas, I don't feel right about doing this." The doctor walked further into his office after his assistant ushered him to the door.
He watched the agitated elderly gentleman refuse to sit, pacing the floor back and forth before his desk. He had never seen him in this state before. His old friend appeared nervous and out of control.
"Allen, what seems to be the problem?" He pretended that he had no idea what he was talking about. But, of course, he knew well enough what the other man was saying.
"You know what..." The doctor frustratedly responded but stopped as if confused as he ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head as if clearing his mind.
"Allen..." He was about to say something when his friend interrupted him.
"No, I can't do this anymore. I can't keep lying for you." He finally spilled out as he stopped before his desk and looked directly into his eyes.
