*Sydney Roswell's POV*
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"Wha-what did you say?" I asked OJ to make sure I heard her correctly, and she went closer to the bed, where I sat, and looked behind me.
"Syd, you… oh, no." She muttered, looking astounded and puzzled, and I slowly turned my head behind me to look where she was looking.
And I squinted my eyes and looked in disbelief at the person lying behind me. It's not just any person. It's me. And I don't look good.
"Oh, my! What the…? Who is…" I stammered and hastily tried to hold my face and arms, and I began breathing fast as I felt panicked.
I looked at OJ, and she wore the same face as me.
"How did… I… oh, girl, no! Is this real? Am I just dreaming? Isn't it? This isn't real, right?" I asked my bewildered girlfriend, and she let out a sigh and shook-nodded her head.
"What does it mean, Oj? Am I in… wait a damn second." I asked her as I tried to get out of the bed and stood beside her, and there, I saw my whole body lying unconscious.