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.

her vision blurry, looking tired and sleepy. But after some simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they

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

as it made her feel dizzy and

medicine,

bit, "Shall we go

be noticed by others.

Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had

carefully, while Stella sat in the back

guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came

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

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

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

Eastwood Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized

had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket

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

their apartment, as soon as they opened the door, the dog

whispered, "Don't disturb

air conditioner and

whining by the bed, questioning what

now on, you're responsible for taking care of

room into Rosie's room, staying by her

constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his

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,

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

We should be thankful we survived another

hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were

was late in the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a

check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping soundly, her breathing

there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could

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

asked, "What

very