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.

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

Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it

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

giving her medicine, Rosie fell

relaxed a bit, "Shall

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

at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road

drove carefully, while Stella sat in the

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

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

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

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

at Eastwood Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in

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

it for now. We'll come to

as they

"Don't disturb

conditioner and

by the bed, questioning what had happened to

for taking care of

from the living room into

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

soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and

in the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be

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

and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they going

night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to sleep mode, and quickly

he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping soundly,

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

up, her vision was less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I

"What was

memory was very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking