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.

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

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

as it made her feel

medicine, Rosie fell asleep

finally relaxed a bit, "Shall we go

time, less likely to be noticed by others. Stella

chose an

in the back taking care of

there too, he

okay for now, just needs rest." Stella

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

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 organized everyone in the community

to the large area, they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket

thanked him, "Please leave it for now.

their apartment, as soon as they opened the door, the dog rushed

"Don't disturb

turned on the air conditioner and put Rosie

anxious, whining by the bed, questioning what had happened

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

dragged his bed from the living room into Rosie's room, staying by her side without

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

okay, didn't hit the bone." Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much

saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to

worry about. We should be thankful

hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they

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

he did was to check on Rosie. The little

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

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 think I

asked, "What

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