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.

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

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 a

it made

medicine, Rosie

bit, "Shall we go

be noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie away

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

carefully, while Stella sat in the back

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

needs rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How about

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

was informed that the committee had implemented strict security measures fearing chaos on site. The food and water were locked in a storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was

Eastwood Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in

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

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

they opened

whispered, "Don't

turned on the air conditioner and put Rosie on the

the bed, questioning

for taking care of

the living room into Rosie's room, staying by

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

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

no reason to be coy. She lifted

We should be

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other

them, exhausted, took

woke up early. The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The

it should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, gently stroking her head. Cooper

was less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella, I think I had a dream. The couch

asked, "What

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