Edward
Vasili was pacing back and forth in our bedroom as I laid in bed watching silently. He had been agitated ever since he woke up and when I tried to ask him why, he spoke in Russian so rapidly my morning brain could not understand.
"Vasili, just calm down and tell me what's wrong?" I sighed and ran my hands down my face. It was too early to be dealing with random anxiety attacks.
"I was supposed to go for my audition today, but I can't because of my ribs. I could risk but imagine if something goes wrong," he pouted and threw himself on the bed.
