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.

slow, her vision 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 their guard down, and they needed

When she woke up

as it made her feel dizzy

medicine, Rosie

bit, "Shall

was night time, less likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie

their Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they

carefully, while Stella sat in the back

there too, he

Stella

but nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They

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

Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark

Christian brought out a full bucket of

now. We'll come to pick it up

they opened the door,

whispered, "Don't disturb

turned on the air conditioner and put

anxious, whining by the bed, questioning what

is hurt. From now on, you're responsible for taking care of her.

immediately dragged his bed from the living room into Rosie's room, staying by her side without

monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed

the bone." Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some

so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt

should be thankful we

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they

was late in the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to sleep mode, and quickly

thing he did was to check on Rosie.

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

blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze,

"What was it

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