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.

little 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 concussion, but they could not let their guard down, and they needed to continue monitoring

When

sit upright, as it made

her medicine, Rosie

bit, "Shall

noticed by

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

carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking

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

Stella rolled down the window, "How about

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

didn't hold a

after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone

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

for now.

apartment, as soon as they opened the door, the

"Don't disturb

air conditioner and

the bed,

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

dragged his bed from the living room into Rosie's

was constantly on edge. He just

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 me

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

worry about. We should

what other unknown disasters were they

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

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

hours had passed. Even if there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, gently stroking

then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think

asked, "What was it

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