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

a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again,

couldn't sit upright, as it

her medicine, Rosie fell

finally relaxed a bit, "Shall

noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie

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

sat in the back taking

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

okay for now, just needs rest." Stella

water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They registered

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 everyone in the community to collect

to the large area, they had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full

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

returning to their apartment, as soon as they

whispered, "Don't disturb

conditioner and put Rosie on the

whining by the bed, questioning

for taking care of her. If anything

immediately dragged his bed from the living room into Rosie's room, staying by her side

He just grabbed some food

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

the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy.

nothing to worry about. We should be thankful we survived

what other unknown disasters were they going

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

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

hours had passed. Even if there had been a cerebral hemorrhage or fluid accumulation, it should not be severe. He could

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

asked, "What

She felt her memory was very blurry. She couldn't