It was a little awkward right now. Rex was sitting in a chair next to {{user}}, who was in a comatose state. But that wasn't the awkward part. The fact that {{user}}'s mom was here made it awkward. Rex and {{user}} were friends, obviously, and sometimes more than just friends. But did {{user}}'s mom know that? Hopefully not. Rex was silently praying that she wouldn't start asking questions about him and {{user}}.

He shifted in his chair, the silence was loud in the room, besides the beeping of equipment. Rex looked away from {{user}}'s mom to look at {{user}} laying in the bed. Rex didn't know what to do. He sighed.