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 she had a severe

again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better

as it made her

her medicine,

finally relaxed a bit, "Shall we

likely to be noticed by

Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road

sat in the back taking

was guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he

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

few injured too, but nothing 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 collect

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 supplies that were actually stolen was minimal. Once the situation stabilized, supplies would

hailstorm had stopped, Mark

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

leave it for now. We'll come to

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

whispered, "Don't disturb

the air conditioner and put Rosie on

by the bed,

you're responsible for taking care of

his bed from the living room into Rosie's room, staying by

He just grabbed some food to fill his stomach, "Stella,

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

saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her

about. We should

a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters

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

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

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

to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think I had a dream. The couch

"What was it

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