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.

was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion,

managed 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

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

medicine, Rosie fell

finally relaxed a bit, "Shall

by others.

had left their Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had collected

sat in

there too, he came out of the

now, just needs rest." Stella rolled

few injured too, 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

didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was replenished every half hour. The amount of supplies that were actually stolen was minimal. Once the

had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in the community

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

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

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

"Don't disturb

air conditioner and put

bed, questioning what had happened to

care of her. If anything happens, let us know right

the living room into Rosie's room, staying by

Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill

ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and a plaster.

Stella saw no reason to be

nothing to worry about. We should be thankful we survived another

other

the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a bath,

up early. The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping soundly, her breathing

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

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

asked, "What

She felt her memory was very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking made her head