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 severe concussion, but they could not let their guard down, and they needed

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

as it made her feel

medicine, Rosie fell

finally relaxed a bit, "Shall we go

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

Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had collected from Silver

sat in the back

even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came out of the

okay for now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down the

I told the committee about your special situation. They registered it and said you can

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

hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone

amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a

it for now. We'll

as they opened the door, the dog

whispered, "Don't disturb

conditioner and put Rosie on the

anxious, whining by the bed, questioning

care of her. If

dragged his bed from the living room into Rosie's room, staying by her side without

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

it felt much better. Tomorrow,

the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to show him her

nothing to worry about. We should be thankful we

what other unknown disasters were they going to

the two of them, exhausted, took

check on Rosie. The

had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of

then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think I had a dream. The couch wasn't

"What was

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