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.

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 to continue

Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better and managed to eat a

it made her

giving her medicine, Rosie fell asleep

a bit,

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

at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had collected from

Stella sat in the

there too, he came

okay for now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How about you

serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They

distribution window didn't hold a large amount

Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone

had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a

for now. We'll come to pick it

returning to their apartment, as soon as they opened the door, the dog

"Don't

the air conditioner and put Rosie

the bed,

now on, you're responsible for taking care of

the living room into Rosie's room, staying by her side

condition was still being monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his stomach, "Stella,

it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and a plaster.

bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to show him

to worry about. We should be thankful we survived

hailstorm, what other

them, exhausted, took

did was to check on Rosie.

there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He

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

"What

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