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.

But after some simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they could not let their

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

sit upright, as it made her feel

giving her medicine, Rosie fell asleep

bit, "Shall we

likely to be noticed by

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

drove carefully, while Stella sat in

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

rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How

nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation.

doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was replenished every half hour. The amount of supplies

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

amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water, "This is what

now. We'll come to pick it

they

whispered, "Don't

the air conditioner and put Rosie on the

by the bed, questioning

you're responsible for taking care of

room into Rosie's room, staying by her side without

He

okay, didn't hit 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

no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to show him

about. We should

other unknown disasters were they going

late in the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to

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

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

up, her vision was 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

"What was

very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking