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.

after some simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but

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 made her feel

giving her medicine,

bit, "Shall

noticed by others. Stella led him

at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road

drove carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking

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

rest." Stella rolled down the

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

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

at Eastwood Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in

of hailstones. Christian brought out

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

to their apartment, as soon as they opened

whispered, "Don't disturb

conditioner

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

now on, you're responsible for taking care of

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

and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his stomach, "Stella,

Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much

saw no reason to be coy. She lifted

about. We should be

what other unknown disasters

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

woke up early. The first thing he did was to check

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

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

"What was

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