In My Next Life I'll Win the Heart of the Male Lead
There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life. There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity. There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with. There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful. There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route. There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.
Bedrest
It takes hours before Roland awakes and the medical staff stops moving so quickly around the room. It all passes in such a blur that I can't tell how many hours it is.
It certainly doesn't help my attempt at tracking time that I personally can't stay awake long, either.
While the injuries I sustained weren't nearly as bad as Roland's, the exhaustion piled atop them and made staying awake for more than snatches of time difficult for those hours.
Even from within the infirmary myself, I can tell the atmosphere in the city improves significantly in the interim, as the cloud of despair dissipates with the end of the assault.
Somehow we managed to cling to life, pushed just to the edge of the abyss.
As the shock and the fear fades with the danger, it's only natural a sort of giddy joy follow it, tempered as it may be by the injuries sustained in our survival.