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.

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

her half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better and managed

it made her

medicine, Rosie fell asleep

a bit, "Shall we go

time, less likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie

Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that

while Stella sat in the back taking care of

happened to be there too, he came out of

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

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 you can collect your

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

at Eastwood Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark

had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought

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

returning to their apartment, as soon as they opened

"Don't disturb

conditioner and put Rosie on

the bed, questioning what had

you're responsible for taking care

room into Rosie's

monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his

okay, didn't hit the bone." Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt

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

should be thankful we

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other unknown

took a

The first thing he did was to check on Rosie.

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. Cooper came over,

then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think

asked, "What

her memory was very blurry. She couldn't