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.

noticed that Rosie seemed 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,

to 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

it made

medicine, Rosie

bit, "Shall

likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him

chose an

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there too, he came out of the security room,

Stella

supplies. I told

and water were locked in a storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a

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

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

for now.

as they opened the door, the dog

whispered, "Don't disturb

conditioner and

by the bed,

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

the living room into Rosie's

still being monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed

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

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

to worry about. We should be thankful we survived another

hailstorm, what other unknown

late in the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a

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

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

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

asked, "What was it

memory was very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking made her head hurt

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