Naomi set there bewildered listening to the doctor. This was much worse than anyone imagined about Cassie.
"No, It couldn't be brain damage, tell me its not!" She didn't know what to do. It was freaking mad to think of the consequences.
She had papers to jot down, all of Cassie's kin. Really, she knew none of them. She hadn't a clue how to contact anyone. She strolled through Cassie's contacts on her cell. This Sid number kept coming back. Who in the fuck was he?
Finally Naomi gave him a call. It felt the right thing to do and really, she felt so totally numb at the moment, it might have been an accident that she called him.
"Hullo." Someone said after the third ring.
"Is this Sid?" She said ever so nervously.
"Yeah, Cass, are you not right in your mind? I've been sending you messages forever, it seems." The bloke was Brit, but it was hard for Naomi to decide if she were calling overseas or here.
"I'm not Cassie." Naomi said very slowly. "This is a friend of hers, I'm her roomie in New York City." She told him.
"New York?" Sid sounded hurt. "Well, I'm in bloody New York too."
Naomi smiled out of relief that there was someone out there who could help her with Cassie. Honestly, she didn't know if she were going or coming with this Cassie situation. "She's been in an accident."