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.

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

fell asleep again. When she woke up

couldn't sit upright, as it made her

giving her medicine, Rosie

a bit, "Shall

likely to be noticed by others.

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

in the back taking care

happened to be there too, he came out

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

I told the committee about your

a storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was replenished every half hour. The amount of supplies that were actually stolen was minimal. Once the situation stabilized, supplies would be distributed

had stopped, Mark had

collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water, "This is what

leave it for now.

returning to their apartment, as soon as they

whispered, "Don't disturb

the air conditioner and

by the bed, questioning what had

care of her. If anything happens, let

room into Rosie's room, staying

and Jasper was constantly on edge. He

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

Stella saw no reason to be coy. She

We should be

and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters

of them, exhausted, took a bath,

woke up early. The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping soundly, her breathing

had passed. Even if there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, gently stroking her head.

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

"What was

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