She could not do this. No, Temple could not do this today.
If 'agitated' was yesterday's buzzword then today's was closer to 'fuckno' and she wasn't playing this game. Yes, it was a fucking game, and she had managed to hold it together for... what, how many days now? She didn't know. There was no point to counting.
And she had hoped -- Temple had really hoped -- that taking this morning's meds would make what she was looking at somehow fade away as though she had started hallucinating. (Then her psychiatrist could stop worrying and just mark her down as schizophrenic.) But it hadn't done a blessed thing. Except it had, rationally she knew it had or else she suspected her mind might have just given up and climbed back into bed with the... what were those? Does it matter? Why did bugs have so many legs and why were they in her bed--
In her bra and knickers and wearing her hospital gown like a robe, Temple all-but fell out of her room, jeans in one hand and her shirt in the other. She was 95% certain both were full of things with legs, but if she moved slowly then maybe they wouldn't crawl up her hands. Someone was screaming. Was that Lisa? Eyes widening when she followed the sounds and realised it wasn't just her, Temple stared.
"They're everywhere." Stating the obvious, but it was that or suggest they burn the mansion.