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.

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

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 and managed to eat

upright, as it made her feel

her medicine,

finally relaxed a bit, "Shall we

by others.

and chose an off-road

while Stella sat in the back taking care

to be there too, he

okay for now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How about you

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

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, supplies would be

Mark had organized everyone in the

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

thanked him, "Please leave it for now.

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

whispered, "Don't disturb

air conditioner and put

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

taking care of

room into

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

injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some

Stella saw no reason to

to worry about. We should be thankful we survived another

other unknown disasters were

took a

check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping soundly, her breathing

had 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 stroking her head.

her vision 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.

asked, "What

was very