18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 15

Stella, in her pajamas, stepped onto the balcony. The hurricane was still fierce, but the wind was noticeably beginning to weaken, while the rain was intensifying. The second floor was entirely flooded, and water was creeping up to the third floor, causing a flurry of chaos in the building.

She had breakfast, a warm, crunchy sandwich from Arcadia, filled with fried eggs, ham, greens, and ketchup. The aroma unfurled delightfully on her taste buds. Stella had stockpiled over a hundred of these sandwiches in Arcadia, enough to last her a good while. Delicious as they were, they were a bit greasy. She made herself a cup of honey tea, sipping it as she flipped through her second-year pharmacology textbook.

At around ten o'clock, there was a knock at the door. She assumed it was Angela, but it turned out to be the resident from 1801, Jasper.

Stella was surprised. He was usually a loner, a man of few words. Even though Rosie often came to visit Stella, Stella had hardly spoken to Jasper. Suddenly, Stella was on her guard.

Jasper, with a stern face, looked anxious. "Rosie is ill. Can you help?"

Stella was shocked. "What kind of illness does she have?"

"She has a fever, she's throwing up, and has diarrhea. She's talking nonsense."

Sick people would usually go to the hospital, but with the hurricane going on, it was impossible to leave. Stella warned Jasper, "I can help, but I only have basic medical knowledge. Don't put all your hopes on me."

"Thank you."

Considering that he helped her before, Stella reluctantly agreed to visit Rosie. She returned to her room and tucked a folded fruit knife into her pocket.

for the first time, she noted the spacious three-bedroom layout with a good arrangement and good lighting. The living room was furnished with vintage

the balcony and the triple-layered stainless steel door. The entire apartment was fortified like a

not only feverish but also had a rash. Her usually bright eyes were

would have to suffice. Stella turned to Jasper.

Rosie's body, it was clear that she had been pushed too far. High-intensity training in a short period of time had caused a stress response in her body, lowering her immunity and causing a cold, hence the vomiting, diarrhea, and rash. Jasper was known to be bad with kids, but Stella hadn't expected

illness, Jasper's face was filled with guilt. "It's my fault. I

off the pain when Jasper massaged her bruises. He handed Stella a medicine box filled with a variety of drugs, "Stella, which ones can we use?" If all else failed, they

selected some medicines for the cold, and for the stomach problems, she

Rosie's bruises, Stella went home and brought back a bottle of balm. "Apply this four to five times

thanked Stella, "Rosie tends to get bruised easily. I happen to have some medicinal herbs here. Could you help me see which ones can be used to make

his lack of childcare skills, he was well-prepared. He brought out two

a dozen types, all of which were used for promoting blood circulation and stopping blood stasis. "Put them in a glass jar, add a liter of vodka, seal it, and it should

it in cold weather not only warms the body but also replenishes

tears hanging on her eyelashes. Her pale little

the bed, gently wiping away Rosie's tears, and comforting her with a guilty tone, "Don't be scared,

that he cared for his sister, but his methods

Jasper stopped her and handed her a pack of

cents before the disaster, but in these times, they could

always advising others, but always forget about myself." In the extreme cold, enjoying a cup of

pounds of grapes, washed and dried