Homelander immediately grabbed her wrist and closed his eyes.
Over and over, he repeated a single phrase in his mind: Return to my original world!
Until he had focused his mental power to its utmost limit.
"Now! Open the door!" Homelander shouted.
As his will pressed down, America opened her eyes, and brilliant blue starlight burst from the depths of her pupils.
But this time, opening the portal was extraordinarily difficult.
Veins bulged across America's forehead, and blood seeped from her nostrils.
Violent spatial energy gathered fiercely before them, erupting with explosive cracks as though it were about to collapse under the strain.
"Hold on!" Homelander barked.
At last, the portal stabilized.
Filled with anticipation, Homelander wrapped an arm around America's waist and leaped into the gate of light.
Blinding sunlight.
The roar of traffic.
Holding America, Homelander landed smoothly on the rooftop terrace of an apartment building.
Before Homelander could carefully examine his surroundings, America, cradled in his arms, let out an extremely faint cry of pain. Her body went limp as though her bones had vanished.
The consecutive high-intensity cross-universe transmissions, coupled with this world's rejection of her, had drained the young girl's strength and mental energy dry.
She fell into a deep coma.
Homelander frowned, lifted her into his arms, and swept his gaze across the area.
Traffic flowed endlessly through the streets, while pedestrians hurried along.
Not far from them stood a white building bearing a conspicuous red cross. It was a general hospital.
Holding America, he flew straight toward the hospital entrance.
The automatic doors slid apart.
The lobby was filled with the smell of disinfectant, the anxious cries of family members, and the chaotic ringing of phones at the nurses' station.
The moment Homelander's iconic Stars and Stripes uniform appeared beneath the lobby