18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 212

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 was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they could not let their guard down, and they needed to continue monitoring

again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was

as it made

her medicine,

relaxed a bit, "Shall

to be noticed by others.

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

in the

be there too, he

Stella rolled down the window, "How

We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They registered it and said you can collect your supplies after

didn't hold a large amount of supplies

the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in the community to collect

of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water,

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

as they

whispered, "Don't disturb

conditioner and put Rosie

by the bed, questioning what

care

from the living room into

on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his stomach, "Stella, how's

it felt much better.

the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted her shirt

about. We should be thankful we survived

what other unknown disasters were they going to

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

early. The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping soundly, her breathing

fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could finally

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

asked, "What was

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

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