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.

But after some simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they could not let their

a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke

upright, as it made her feel dizzy and

her medicine, Rosie fell

relaxed a bit, "Shall we go

was night time, less likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie away

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

Stella sat in the

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

for now, just needs rest." Stella

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

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,

at Eastwood Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized

area, they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of water,

now. We'll come to pick it up

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

whispered, "Don't

conditioner and put Rosie

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

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

room into Rosie's room, staying by her

constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill

some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and a plaster. Jasper was concerned,

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

should be thankful we

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other unknown

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

to check

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

up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze,

asked, "What

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