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.

some simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It was clear that she had a

bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight.

it

giving her medicine,

a bit, "Shall we

likely to be noticed by others. Stella

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

sat in the back taking care of

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

needs rest." Stella rolled down the

have a few injured too, but nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They registered it and said

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

the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone

collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a

for now. We'll come to pick it up

as they opened the door,

whispered, "Don't

air conditioner and put

whining by the bed,

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

the living room into

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

okay, 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 some medicinal alcohol and a plaster. Jasper was concerned,

reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to show

worry about. We should be thankful we survived

and a hailstorm, what other

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

was to check on Rosie. The little girl

not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh

up, 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

asked, "What was

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