Who| Molotov + you (places for various people in comments)
What| Molotov has somehow survived this far. She's determined to make it to the end.
Where| The Arena and then a little bit in the Capitol
When| Week 3 to the end and also a little bit afterward
Warnings/Notes| Violence, gore, crazy ladies, ~raciness~, etc.

Honestly, even Molotov was surprised to make it this long. Once Tom was gone, she figured that she didn't have that much time left, not in her condition, not with a wound this size on her stomach.

It's a wound that had been taking a turn for the worse. The antiseptic and gauze had run out within a week, and without the ability to clean and change the dressings, infection started to set in. Underneath the now-grimy bandages, the injury is black on the inside, oozing and starting to smell. Her skin is red and swollen and aching. Fever's made her sweat uncontrollably, plastering her hair down and keeping her face flushed. When she's not facing delusions, she is uncomfortably aware that she's dying, and not just from infection.

She hasn't eaten in three days.

So now she stumbles through the Arena, searching out food or anyone with it. She has a switchblade and cord, weapons that are dangerous in her hands even when she's in a state like this.

Molotov rounds the corner.