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.

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, but they could not let their guard down, and they needed to

chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was

it made her

medicine, Rosie

bit,

likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him and

left their Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle

in the back taking

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

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

nothing serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special

three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold

hailstorm had stopped, Mark had organized everyone in

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

for now. We'll come to pick it

as they

whispered, "Don't

turned on the air conditioner and put

anxious, whining by the bed,

taking care of her. If

bed from the living room into Rosie's

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

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

bed, so Stella saw no reason to be

We should be thankful we

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were

of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to sleep mode, and

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

not be severe. He

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

asked, "What was it

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