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.

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 their guard down,

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

couldn't sit upright, as it made

her medicine, Rosie

a bit, "Shall we go

less likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie away

Eastwood Eden and chose

Stella sat in

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

rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How

nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They

The 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 hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in the

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

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

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

"Don't disturb

the air conditioner and put Rosie

whining by the bed,

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

dragged his bed from the living room into

edge. He

injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she

no reason to be

to worry about. We should be

hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they

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

The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl was

hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh

to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I

"What

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