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.

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 their guard down,

managed to feed her half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was

couldn't sit upright, as it

medicine,

relaxed a bit, "Shall we

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

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

carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking care

be there too, he came

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

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

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 be distributed

had stopped, Mark had

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

it for now. We'll come to pick it

returning to their apartment, as soon as they opened the

"Don't disturb

on the air conditioner and put Rosie on the

whining by the bed, questioning what

for taking care of her. If anything happens,

room into

was still being monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his stomach, "Stella, how's your

tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt

the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be

should be thankful we survived

other unknown disasters were they going to

took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner

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

be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, gently stroking her

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

"What was it

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