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.

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

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

upright, as it made her feel dizzy

giving her medicine, Rosie fell

relaxed a bit, "Shall we go

time, less likely to be noticed by others. Stella led

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

Stella sat in the back

guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there

now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down the window, "How

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

with three iron doors. The 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

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

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

thanked him, "Please leave it for now.

as soon as they opened the door, the dog

whispered, "Don't

on the air conditioner and

the bed, questioning

is hurt. From now on, you're responsible for taking care

immediately dragged his bed from the living room into Rosie's room,

was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his

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

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

should be thankful

and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they

took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to sleep mode, and quickly fell

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

hours 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,

bathroom and then sat on the couch in

"What

felt her memory was very blurry. She