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.

that Rosie 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 their

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

upright, as it made her

her medicine, Rosie

relaxed a bit, "Shall

night time, less likely to be noticed by others. Stella

Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an

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

happened to be there too, he came out of the security

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

food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your

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

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

they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought

leave it for now. We'll come to

to their apartment, as soon as they

whispered, "Don't disturb

air conditioner and

was anxious, whining by the bed,

From now on, you're responsible for taking care of her. If anything happens, let us

the living room

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

soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow,

saw no reason

should be thankful we

hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they going

of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner

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

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

up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think I had a dream. The

asked, "What

very