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

asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better and managed to eat

sit upright, as it made

her medicine,

bit, "Shall we go

less likely to be noticed by others. Stella

Eastwood Eden and chose

while Stella sat in the back taking

happened to be there

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

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

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 minimal. Once the situation stabilized, supplies would be distributed as

the hailstorm had stopped, Mark

of hailstones. Christian brought out

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

apartment, as soon as they opened

whispered, "Don't

the air conditioner and put Rosie on the

the bed, questioning what had happened

hurt. From now on, you're responsible for taking care of her. If anything happens, let

bed from the living room into Rosie's room,

was still being monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his

applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow,

the same bed, so Stella saw no reason

should be thankful we survived

a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they

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

The first thing he did was to check on Rosie. The little girl

should not be severe. He could finally breathe a sigh of

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

"What

felt her memory was very blurry. She