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.

still conscious. It was clear that she had a severe concussion, but they could not let

her half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was

it

giving her medicine, Rosie fell

a bit, "Shall

night time, less likely to be noticed by others.

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

in the back taking care of

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

rest." Stella rolled down

a few injured too, but nothing serious. 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

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

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

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

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

apartment, as soon as they opened the door, the dog rushed over

whispered, "Don't

the air conditioner and put Rosie on the

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

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

from the living room into Rosie's

monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He

bone." Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and a plaster. Jasper was

had been sleeping in the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She

should be

other unknown disasters were they going to

them, exhausted, took a

first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The

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

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

"What was it

memory was very blurry. She couldn't