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.

1801 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 pieces, all neat and organized, worlds apart from her own messy place. These days, men who could keep houses well organized were a rare

new double-glazed windows on the balcony and the triple-layered stainless steel door. The entire apartment

also had a rash. Her usually

medical skills were rudimentary, but they would have to suffice. Stella turned to Jasper. "Rosie is weak. Moderate exercise could improve her strength and immunity,

response in her body, lowering her immunity and causing a cold, hence the vomiting, diarrhea, and

learning the cause of Rosie's illness, Jasper's face was filled with guilt. "It's my fault. I

never complained about being tired, and even laughed 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

was. Most of them were children's medicines, too. Rosie's illness was fairly simple and treating the symptoms would suffice. Stella selected some medicines for the cold, and for the stomach problems, she put a patch on Rosie's belly. "Once Rosie gets better, let her recuperate first before gradually increasing her

balm. "Apply this four to five times a day and massage it in

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

brought out two large bags of individually packaged

of which were used for promoting blood circulation and stopping blood stasis. "Put them in a glass jar, add a liter of

warms the body but also replenishes energy and blood. However, it is not suitable for children." Rosie fell asleep shortly after taking the medicine but

on her eyelashes. Her pale little mouth kept

away Rosie's tears, and comforting her with

recognized that he cared

was about to leave, Jasper stopped her and handed her a pack

before the disaster, but in these times, they could keep a person alive for several more days. Stella didn't refuse and

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

grapes, washed and dried them on her balcony in Arcadia, ready to