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,

soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke

couldn't sit upright, as it made

medicine, Rosie fell asleep

relaxed a bit, "Shall we

by

chose

while Stella sat in the back taking care

guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came out of the

rest." Stella rolled down the

fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your

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 supplies and was replenished every half hour.

had stopped, Mark had organized

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

thanked him, "Please leave it for now. We'll come to pick it up

returning to their apartment, as soon as they opened the door, the dog

"Don't

the air conditioner and put

whining by the bed, questioning what had happened

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

the living room into Rosie's room, staying

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

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 and a plaster. Jasper was concerned, "Let me

no reason

worry about. We should be thankful we

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they going

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

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

or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief,

less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on

asked, "What was

articulate it. She felt her memory was very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking made her