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.

a 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

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

upright, as it made her feel

her medicine, Rosie fell asleep

a bit, "Shall we

likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie away from

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

Stella sat in the back taking care of

there too, he came out of the security room, "Is

now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down

have a few injured too, but nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They

committee 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

Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in the community to

to the large area, they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought

leave it for now. We'll come

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

whispered, "Don't disturb

turned on the air conditioner and put Rosie on

was anxious, whining by the bed,

you're responsible for taking care of

the living room into Rosie's

edge. He just grabbed

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

so Stella saw no reason to

to worry about. We should

a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they

the two of them, exhausted, took

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

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 her

the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella,

asked, "What was it

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