The few other doctors in the office exit, leaving Fred alone with the fallout from his outburst.

He heaves a few times and then settles into the chair behind his desk, the storm inside him starting to subside.

The mess of the toppled desk reflects his jumbled thoughts, and the silence is deafening.

After a moment, he goes to the nearby water dispenser to collect a cold cup of water. He takes a gulp and returns to his seat.

Swallowing hard, closes his eyes and allows the cool feeling of the water to ease his troubled mind.

His rage seems to be drained away with each gulp of water he...