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.

Rosie seemed 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 down, and they needed to continue

half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better

sit upright, as it made her feel dizzy and

giving her medicine,

relaxed a bit, "Shall

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

chose an off-road

carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking

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

just needs rest." Stella rolled down

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

with three iron doors. The distribution window 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 situation stabilized, supplies would be

after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had

large area, they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of

"Please leave it for now. We'll

as they opened the door, the dog rushed

"Don't disturb

conditioner and put Rosie on the

by the bed,

you're responsible for taking care of her. If anything happens, let us know

bed from the living room into Rosie's

was constantly on edge. He just grabbed

it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she

saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt

to worry about. We should be thankful we survived

other unknown disasters were

was late in the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the

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

cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, gently stroking her

Rosie woke up, her vision was less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat

asked, "What was

articulate it. She felt her memory was very