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.

was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they could not let their guard down, and they

Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better and

as it made her feel

medicine, Rosie fell asleep

relaxed a bit, "Shall we

noticed by others. Stella led

their Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose

drove carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking

was guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came out

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

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

with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold

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

a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water, "This

thanked him, "Please leave it for now. We'll come

returning to their apartment, as soon as they opened the door, the

whispered, "Don't disturb

on the air conditioner and put Rosie on

the bed, questioning what had happened to

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

living room into Rosie's

edge. He just grabbed some

ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow,

bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted

worry about. We should be thankful

a hailstorm, what other unknown

them, exhausted, took

did was to check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping soundly, her breathing

if there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, gently stroking

bathroom and then sat on the

asked, "What was it

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