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.

that 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

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

sit upright, as it made her feel dizzy

giving her medicine, Rosie fell asleep

a bit, "Shall

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

in the back taking

night. Christian happened to be there too,

okay for now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How about you

supplies. I told the committee about your special situation.

informed that the 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 a large amount of supplies and was replenished every half hour. The amount of

Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark

large area, they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water, "This is what Mark saved

for now. We'll come to pick it up

as they opened the door, the

whispered, "Don't

conditioner and put Rosie

bed, questioning what had

taking care of her. If anything happens, let us know right

from the living room into

edge. He just grabbed some food to

tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better.

saw no reason to be coy.

to worry about. We should

a hailstorm, what other

took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner

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

should not be severe.

the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a

asked, "What was

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