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.

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 concussion, but they could not let

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

couldn't sit upright, as it made her feel

her medicine, Rosie fell asleep

finally relaxed a bit,

noticed by others. Stella led him

Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had collected from Silver

sat in the back taking care

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

needs rest." Stella rolled down the window,

but nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I

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 supplies that were actually stolen was minimal. Once the situation

after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized

collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water, "This is

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

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

whispered, "Don't

the air conditioner and put Rosie on the

whining by the bed, questioning what had happened

responsible for taking care of her. If anything

bed from the living room

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

it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would

no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to show him

worry about. We should be thankful we survived

a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters

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

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

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,

use the bathroom and then sat

"What was

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