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.

Rosie was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they could not let their guard

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

sit upright, as it made

her medicine, Rosie fell

a bit, "Shall we go

likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him

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

Stella sat in the back taking care of

was guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came out of the security room, "Is

needs rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How about

but nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the

in a storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was

Mark had organized everyone

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

thanked him, "Please leave it for now.

to their apartment, as soon as they opened

"Don't

conditioner and put Rosie on the

bed,

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

immediately dragged his bed from the living room into

He just grabbed

didn't hit the bone." Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply

saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt

should be thankful

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters

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

The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl was

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

woke up, her vision was less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on

"What was it

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