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.

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

her half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When

as it made

her medicine, Rosie

a bit, "Shall we

be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie

and chose an off-road vehicle that they had collected

drove carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking

guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came out of the security

okay for now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How

also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They registered it and said you can

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

stopped, Mark had organized everyone in the

they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought

leave it for now. We'll come to pick it

soon as they opened

whispered, "Don't

turned on the air conditioner and put Rosie on

was anxious, whining by the bed, questioning what had happened to

you're responsible for taking care of her. If anything happens,

living room into Rosie's room, staying by her side without

and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his

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

saw no reason

should be thankful

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they going

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

check on Rosie. The

if there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe.

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

asked, "What

articulate it. She felt her memory was very