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.

her vision blurry, looking tired and sleepy. But after some simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It

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

as it

her medicine, Rosie

relaxed a bit, "Shall we

to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie

their Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose

drove carefully, while Stella sat in the back taking

night. Christian happened to be there

Stella rolled down the

have a few injured too, but nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation.

doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount

stopped, Mark had organized everyone in the

area, they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water, "This is what Mark saved for

now. We'll come

soon as they opened the

"Don't

turned on the air conditioner and put

whining by the bed, questioning what had happened to

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

room into Rosie's room, staying

was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to

it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and a

had been sleeping in the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt to show him

worry about. We should be thankful we survived

other unknown disasters were they

took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to sleep mode, and quickly

to check on Rosie. The

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

to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think I had a dream. The couch wasn't like

asked, "What was

very blurry. She couldn't think.