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.

questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It was clear that she had a

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

as it

her medicine,

bit, "Shall

night time, less likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie away

Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had collected

carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking care

be there too, he came out of

now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down the

I told

three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was replenished every half hour. The amount of supplies

the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in the community

the large area, they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket

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

as they opened the door, the dog rushed

whispered, "Don't disturb

conditioner

the bed, questioning what

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

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

monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just

Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and

no reason to be

worry about. We should be thankful we survived

a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they going to

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

check on

hours had passed. Even if there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, gently stroking her head. Cooper came over,

Rosie woke up, her vision was less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think I had a dream. The

"What was it

memory was very