Homelander: New Legacy

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Roger's head felt heavy, and in his hazy consciousness, he seemed to hear someone talking.

"...I left some fruit here for you, though I know you might not be able to eat it..."

The voice sounded familiar to Roger, but he couldn't quite place it.

His awareness flickered again, and he heard the same voice.

"...Still not awake, huh? Sigh, Marvel seems to have released a new movie recently, but the theaters are closed, so I can't go watch it..."

...

'What...?' Hearing a familiar name, Roger's fingers trembled slightly, though the person speaking didn't seem to notice.

Once again, his consciousness flickered, and another voice reached his ears.

"Dan, it's kind of you to visit Roger so often these days. In the future, don't bring so many gifts. The doctor says he might not wake up."

"Ah, Uncle Frank, don't say that. Roger and I grew up together; he's my best friend. Plus, I just got promoted recently, so buying some gifts is no trouble at all. And if Roger can't eat them, you can—you're here every day taking care of him, so you should keep up your strength too."

"Sigh..."

Roger recognized the voices of these two people.

One was his father, Frank, and the other was his childhood friend, Dan.

It had been so long since Roger had heard their voices that he'd almost forgotten them. But here, unexpectedly, he was hearing them again.

Yet... wasn't he hit by Darkseid's Omega Beams?

How was he back here?

Could this be a dream?

Roger's mind was a tangled mess. He wanted to sit up and ask what was going on, but his body was stiff and immobile.

It felt as though his superhuman abilities had vanished. Roger's entire body felt weak, and even the slightest movement seemed overwhelmingly difficult.

The voices faded as his father and Dan left. Roger continued trying to move his body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to open his eyes. His body, though still feeble, was slowly regaining some control.

He turned his head slightly, taking in his surroundings. A white ceiling above him, the antiseptic smell of disinfectant in his nose. A fruit basket sat on the cabinet next to him, and an IV tube was connected to his hand, delivering a cool fluid into his veins.

"...I'm... back...?"

His voice was faint, hoarse, as though it hadn't been used in years. His throat was parched as he tried to sit up, but a sudden clatter interrupted him.

Turning his head, he saw a young nurse holding a basin, staring at him in shock. She quickly set the basin down and rushed over, gently pushing Roger back onto the bed.

"You've been asleep for a long time; you can't get up yet. Lie back and rest. I'll call your family right away!"

The nurse pressed the intercom near the bed and announced, "The patient in Room 15 is awake! Notify his family immediately!"