Luck be a Lady

1: Dreaming

'Mom?'

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, was I really seeing... my mom? B-But that's not possible, right? My mom died 10 years ago, so why am I suddenly seeing her now? Was I seeing things, like a hallucination? Then... was Yuu seeing what I was seeing? None of this made sense to me, why was I seeing my mom in this woman when I've never even– 

"U-Um, a-are you okay?" 

The woman interrupted all of my thoughts as all she did was reach her hand out and touch my arm to make me realize all of this... was real. 

"Ah–" 

"Are you injured somewhere that's making you space out?" she asked me, as I watched her lift her hand off my arm to then rest it over my forehead. 

Just from that, I could feel her soft hand resting on my face that could only easily remind me of when I was sick and my mom would take care of me. 

This... This really isn't a dream.

"Ah– I-I'm okay, I-I'm not the injured one, that would be my friend." I answered, taking a few steps back so I wouldn't feel her touch anymore. 

"Your friend? Then where is–" 

I watched her reaction as she paused to look over at the bed to see my friend–Yuu–had already passed out on the bed due to exhaustion. 

"Oh, your friend." 

"H-He overworked his work during training, and it looks like he passed out faster than I thought." I noted as she walked over to the bed and rested her hand over Yuu's head just like she did to me moments ago. 

"Oh goodness, quite the fever on him already." 

"I-Is he gonna be okay?" I asked in a panic, only to see her lips perk as she turned to look back at me. 

"Hmph– He'll be just fine, just getting some rest is all he really needs." 

"O-Oh–" 

"But it seems he has a good amount of injuries on him as well, so I'll fix those up before they affect his body." she told me as I watched her leave Yuu's bed to go over to the desk and grab what I could only call a suitcase and open it to reveal all these bandages, ointments and all different kinds of things. 

It was honestly like a first aid kit on steroids.

But as much as I was surprised by such a suitcase like this, I still couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. I was standing in front of a woman that looks exactly like my mom–almost like she'd never died and has aged... perfectly fine. 

She was... really pretty–just like my mom–and even with how calm she was reacting was like a mirror image of my mom too. It was... surreal, and kinda creepy too when you think about it. None of this was really making sense to me, especially the fact that my mom has been dead for 10 years and now I'm standing in front of someone who looks just like her as if nothing happened.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" 

I jumped when I witnessed her ask me something so casual–but also so formal–as she glanced her eyes over at me. 

"Ah– I-I'm just fine! U-Um, I-I don't know what happened, b-but I know you're not... R-Recovery Girl... right?" I carefully asked, not sure how she'd react to my cautious words. 

What I didn't expect was for her to start laughing, and she looked just like how my mom would laugh. It was one thing to see my mom's face through this woman, but it was another to watch this woman laugh the way my mom used to.