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

to feed 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 to eat a

couldn't sit upright, as it made her feel dizzy

her medicine, Rosie fell

finally relaxed a bit,

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

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

carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking

Christian happened to be there too, he came

just needs rest." Stella rolled down the window,

fresh water supplies. I

site. The food and water were locked in a storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of

after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone

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

now. We'll come to

they opened the door, the dog rushed over

"Don't disturb

on the air conditioner and put

anxious, whining by the bed, questioning what had happened

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

room into Rosie's

and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his stomach, "Stella, how's your

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,

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

should be

and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they going

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

up early. The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl

had passed. Even if there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be

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

"What

felt her memory was very blurry. She couldn't