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.

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 better and

as it made

giving her medicine, Rosie fell asleep

a bit, "Shall we go

less likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie

their Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that

Stella sat in the back taking

at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came

Stella rolled down the window, "How

and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They registered it and said you can collect your

storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was replenished

Eastwood Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in

considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket

now. We'll come

as they

whispered, "Don't

on the air conditioner and put Rosie on

was anxious, whining by the bed, questioning what had

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

immediately dragged his bed from the living room into Rosie's room, staying by her side

was still being monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food

After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and a plaster.

sleeping in the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her

to worry about. We should be thankful

hailstorm, what other unknown

late in the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took

he did was to check on Rosie. The

had passed. Even if there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a

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

"What

very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking made