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.

simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It was clear

asleep again. When she woke up

upright, as it made

medicine, Rosie

relaxed a bit,

noticed by

Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that

sat in the back taking care

at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came out of the security room, "Is Rosie

needs rest." Stella

and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your

had 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 of supplies and was replenished every half hour. The amount of supplies that

stopped, Mark

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

now. We'll come to pick it

to their apartment, as soon as they opened

whispered, "Don't disturb

on the air conditioner and put Rosie on the

whining by the bed,

responsible for taking care of her. If anything happens, let

his bed from the living room into Rosie's

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

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 plaster. Jasper was concerned, "Let

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

to worry about. We should be thankful we survived another

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other

exhausted, took a bath,

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

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

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

asked, "What was it

She felt her memory was very blurry.