"What do we do Moses? We have to do something!" exclaimed James.
"He's obviously not going to give us the entire story." Sarah sighed, "I do not wish him to in the state he's in!"
"You're - of course - right, Sarah," agreed Moses, "but I don't think a doctor's the answer. He's not so ill that a hospital is needed. All he needs is for us to be understanding, caring and calm," he explained.
"Moses..." Henri started suddenly.
Moses, including Sarah and James, turned to Henri. He wore a serious expression.
"I appreciate your vanting to 'elp me, but I am 22 years old. I can take care of myself in any manner I care." Henri sighed deeply, "If and vhen I vant 'elp... I'll tell you. Right now, despite that I... 'urt myself... I'll deal with it myself. Okay?"
"I understand what you're saying Henri, but we're your friends and are worried about you and your health," said Moses.
"I do NOT vant your 'elp. Je suis désolé," Henri said while a silent tear rolled down his cheek.
"What did you say?" asked a clueless James.
"Sorry," repeated Henri.
"Oh," said James embarrassed.
"You NEED our help," Moses said to Henri.
"Let us help you get through this. You may want to handle this yourself, but in this case you DO need us," spoke out Sarah.
Another tear fell loose from his eyes. "Fine. Do vhat you vant. I really do not care about my life anymore, anyway." Several more tears came as Henri said this in a beaten voice. His will and spirit to live had vanished.
All his friends frowned deeply at this. They seemed to be getting nowhere. And they weren't sure what to do anymore...