The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 875

Chapter 875

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Chapter 875

Weasel might have been broke, but he knew the value of looking after people. He looked at Nicole earnestly.

“For once, I can do something for you. Let me. Otherwise, it’s gonna bother me.”

Nicole shook her head. “That doesn’t mean you owe me this. I know how hard these things are to find Iou won’t let me pay, you’ll have to take them back.”

When it became clear she wouldn’t budge, Weasel tried another approach. “Stella and Lucas haven’t been ang too well. How about you check them over, and we’ll call it even?”

Nicole frowned. “Aren’t there doctors here?”

“They charge grain, and there’s no medicine even if you can afford the visit.”

Mostly, he needed an excuse for her to accept the furniture.

After so many years of disasters, just about everyone had something wrong with them. A diagnosis usually gave them one more thing to worry about.

“Alright,” Nicole said. “I can’t promise much, but I’ll take a look.”

She accepted the furniture and followed him to Room 351.

The three of them shared less than 40 square feet, with barely room for a bed. Weasel’s trading stock filled much of what remained, leaving almost nowhere to step.

Stella made clever use of the space, though. She built an overhead storage shelf from salvaged materials. It hung so low that no one could stand upright beneath it. They had to duck and crouch to move through the room.

Still, after months at sea, they were grateful to have it.

Weasel hated seeing his family live that way. He would work himself into the ground, even sell a kidney, if it meant giving them a better home someday.

Rather than make Nicole squeeze inside, he called, “Stella, bring out a couple of stools. Nicole’s here to look at you and Lucas.”

Stella stepped out with Lucas.

Their older boy was gone. Lucas was just 11, barely old enough to talk when the disasters started.

Keeping a child safe and healthy through all those years was no small task. Even with ample supplies, Nicole found it demanding. Meanwhile, Weasel had two people depending on him.

Lucas’s head looked too large for his wasted body. He swayed with each step.

Nicole hesitated to get too close. He looked so fragile that even an accidental bump seemed enough to break his neck.

An examination revealed little she couldn’t already see. The family suffered from the same problems as survivors everywhere.

Anemia, malnutrition, and the effects of prolonged vitamin and mineral deficiencies. In severe cases, the damage could progress to organ failure.

Their combined ailments could fill pages. Unless their living conditions improved for good, none of them could

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expect a long life.

nder the circumstances, Nicole could do only so much. She showed Stella a few massage techniques that might ease some of their discomfort.

Weasel brightened. He knew Nicole would find some way to help.

There was too much to cover in one sitting, and Nicole didn’t want to overwhelm Stella. After half an hour she stopped.

“Practice those for now. When you’re comfortable with them, come see me. I’ll teach you a few more.”

“Stick with it,” Weasel told Stella. “Once things settle down here, we could open a little massage place/Make a living at it.”

Stella looked doubtful. “You really think we could?”

“I do. Things will get better.”

Sometimes, grief over their eldest left Stella so withdrawn that days passed with her barely noticing anything around her.