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 was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they could not let their guard down, and

soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better and managed

couldn't sit upright, as it made her feel dizzy

medicine, Rosie fell asleep

a bit, "Shall we

likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and

chose an off-road vehicle

drove carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking care of

there too, he came out of the

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

have a 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

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 be distributed

had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in the community to collect

Christian brought out a full bucket of water,

leave it for now. We'll come to

their apartment, as soon as they opened

"Don't

on the air conditioner and

bed, questioning what

you're responsible for taking care of her. If anything

the living room into Rosie's

on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his

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

Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted

about. We should be

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

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

up early. The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping soundly, her

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

sat

"What was

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