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.

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

and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was

sit upright, as it made her

giving her medicine,

a bit, "Shall we go

to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie

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

drove carefully, while Stella sat in the back

to be there too, he came out of the

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

our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They registered it and said you can collect your

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

Mark had organized everyone in

they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water, "This is what Mark saved for

thanked him, "Please leave it for now. We'll

they opened the door, the dog rushed

whispered, "Don't disturb

air conditioner and put Rosie

by the bed, questioning what had

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

dragged his bed from the living room into

constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to

applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and a plaster.

been sleeping in the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to

about. We should be

hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they

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

up early. The first thing he did was to check

accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a

use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think I had a dream.

"What

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