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 had a severe concussion, but they could not let

managed to feed her half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better and managed to eat a

couldn't sit upright, as it made her feel

giving her medicine, Rosie

relaxed a bit,

time, less likely to be noticed by others. Stella

Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had collected

drove carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking care

Christian happened to be there too, he came out

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

fresh water supplies. I told the committee

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 situation stabilized, supplies would be distributed as

the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had

considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of

it for now. We'll come to pick

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

whispered, "Don't disturb

air conditioner and put Rosie

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

taking care of her. If anything happens, let us

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

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

the bone." Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it

Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to show him

about. We should be thankful we survived

hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they going

in the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air

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

fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, gently stroking her head.

then sat on the couch in a

asked, "What was

was very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking