18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 427

Chapter 427

Stella and Jasper scrambled to their feet as Cooper whimpered and dashed into Rosie's room.

Jasper hurried inside to find his little sister burning up with a fever, her face flushed and hot to the touch.

They used the thermometer-it read nearly 105 degrees Fahrenheit.

Stella quickly unwrapped the bandage from Rosie's hand. The bite from the beach flea was swollen, but thankfully, not infected. Who knew beach fleas could pack such a punch?

They checked her heartbeat, oxygen levels, and pulse. Her heart was steady, oxygen at 93, but her pulse was fast and weak.

Stella coaxed her to swallow some fever reducer while Jasper fiddled with the oxygen concentrator. "Rosie, come on, wake up."

Rosie cracked open her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Brother, I feel awful."

Once the oxygen was set, Jasper slipped the mask over her. "It's just a fever. You'll be okay, don't be scared."

Arcadia had a few lab machines, but without the right chemicals, they couldn't run a blood test.

Stella pulled out the EKG monitor to check Rosie's heart-thankfully, no issues there. But the fever was relentless, sending shivers through her body, followed by bouts of vomiting. How could one little bite lead to this?

The fever reducer worked for less than two hours before the heat flared up again, forcing them to resort to physical methods to cool her down.

Rosie looked up at Jasper. "Brother, am I going to die?"

"No way, you're just sick. The medicine will kick in soon."

"But it hurts so much." She clutched his hand, tears suddenly spilling over. "Brother, I can't bear the thought of leaving you, Stella, and Cooper."

"You're not going to die.

had a dream that

dreams. They don't mean

felt so real." Rosie trembled. "Our uncle and

voice. "Rosie, dreams are just mixed-up

had taken her away nearly a decade ago, and she could barely remember their faces. In her dream, all she saw were

when she was sick in apartment 18, how Stella had come to her rescue, giving her medicine and care. "Brother, if I die, promise to look after Stella, and

You're going to grow up,

silently at the door, holding a glass of warm

shot of fever reducer, Rosie finally fell into

day. Exhausted, he brewed a cup of coffee and stared out the observation window at

wrapping her arms around him from behind. "I'm so sorry. It's

turned, holding her tightly. "It's not your fault. It's just one of those freak accidents of nature. Besides, if it weren't for you, we

be so brutal. Without Stella, without her Arcadia, even with all his preparations, escaping with Rosie would have been

precautions are nothing against the sheer force

blame yourself, and don't feel powerless. You've done more than enough. Every extra day we live

him, tears

that

"I'm scared now."

her forehead. "Don't be. I'm here. We're all

care of his sister, Jasper didn't leave her

up early to take over. "Go get

of

you dream

and you had a boy for my

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