tactless and teenage (гет)

there’s only so many directions her mind can be heading at once—saving the world, saving her sister, praying her mother and father won’t die, asking that mike’s okay wherever he is, rationalizing her own future, hoping that she won’t die before she has the chance to figure it out, carving the score over and over and over and over again, the tally marks she’s considered pressing into the sensitive skin near her elbow, one, two, three…
 
or: s5ep6 if it was stancy haha u know the drill