18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 212

Stella fetched some medicine, mixed it with water, and fed it to Rosie.

She was not the best at comforting people, "Rosie is so strong. She won't leave you."

Jasper didn't respond. He quietly sat beside his sister, gently stroking her cheek, "It's all my fault. I failed to protect you."

Stella sighed inwardly. He had done his best. Who could have predicted a sudden hailstorm thousands of feet in the sky, with hailstones as big as fists? In their previous life, there had been no hailstorm.

He was human, not a god. There was no need to blame himself so much.

In an apocalyptic world, no one could truly protect others.

"Rosie, please wake up. You're the only family I have left."

Sensing Jasper's sorrow, Stella gently placed her hand on his shoulder, "You have me too. We'll be okay."

Jasper gripped her hand tightly, "Stella, thank you for being with me."

Perhaps it was Rosie's tragic death in his previous life that had shattered his usually calm demeanor. Stella could feel his helplessness and despair, but apart from being there for him, there was nothing she could do.

She checked on Rosie every half an hour, and Jasper stayed by her side without leaving.

At noon, Stella brought him some soup, but he had no appetite.

The brain was too complicated for Stella to treat. All she could do was observe from the outside, and the situation seemed relatively stable.

Around three or four in the afternoon, Rosie groggily opened her eyes, "Jasper?"

Jasper was overjoyed, "Stella, Rosie woke up."

Stella hurried over, "Rosie, how are you feeling?"

Rosie opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the people before her, even reaching out to touch, "Jasper?"

Then, she started to dry heave, the world spinning around her.

blurry, looking tired and sleepy. But after some simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they could not let

her half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again,

upright, as it made her feel dizzy and

medicine,

finally relaxed a bit,

time, less likely to be noticed by

Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had

carefully, while Stella sat in the

even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he

just needs rest." Stella rolled down the window,

water supplies. I told the committee about your

had implemented strict security measures fearing chaos on site. The food and water were locked in a storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was replenished every half hour. The amount of supplies that

the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in

considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water, "This is

it for now. We'll come to pick it

as soon as they opened

"Don't

conditioner and put

whining by the bed, questioning what had happened to

on, you're responsible for taking care of her. If anything happens, let

room into Rosie's room, staying by her side

He

some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol

saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to show

nothing to worry about. We should be thankful we

what other

and the two of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to

check on Rosie. The little girl

hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally

her vision was less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think I had a dream. The couch wasn't like

asked, "What was

She felt her memory was very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking made her