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.

simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious.

managed to feed her half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up

it made her feel

medicine, Rosie fell asleep

finally relaxed a bit, "Shall we go

noticed by others. Stella

their Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose

in the back

Eden was guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there

needs rest." Stella

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

measures fearing chaos on site. The food and water were locked in a storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold

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

it for now. We'll

returning to their apartment, as soon as they

whispered, "Don't disturb

turned on the air conditioner and put Rosie on the

the bed, questioning what had happened

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

the living room

Jasper was constantly on edge. He

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

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

worry about. We should be thankful we

other unknown disasters were they

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

did was to check on Rosie.

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

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

"What

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