...as we see Neela back with Meningitis Kid, screaming for them to intubate him. "This kid's burning up," she yells.

Cut to Jamila, who actually is burning up, and oh my God, we got it before, but by now we have gotten it, taken the antibiotics that cured it, and then been exposed to a mutant strain that is resistant to those outdated drugs. Jackson is wailing as they drag him from the flaming truck. And then he's joined by a chorus of shrill screams from both Jamila and her mother. It is a piercing back-and-forth, as if they are communicating in a language of agonizingly high-pitched bursts, with an occasional harmonized chorus. And they will not stop. They sound like broken dog whistles. I swear, I am trying to recap this with a sympathetic eye, but my temples are pulsing and my roommate is seriously shouting, "Oh my God, is everything okay in there?" And I'm seriously considering Neela's remedy of mixing pills and wine. As they try to treat both of them and get transports to the hospital, we cut to a very expensive aerial shot indeed of the desolate surroundings in which the van exploded. The wreckage flames impressively as we fade to black.

Back in Iraq, Jackson and the girl are both being treated; Jamila is charred, and wailing, as is her wont. Which I do understand. Gallant scrambles to intubate her before her throat swells shut. He tries to explain it to Jamila's mother as he goes. Back at County, Neela begins to tube Meningitis Boy. Pratt enters and she gives him the bullet; Pratt establishes with the mother that he's been like this for about two days. Neela misses with the first tube and needs a different one. Pratt offers to do it. "No, I'll try it," she says. In VO, she tells Gallant that she has moments where she can cast aside all her worries and silence the voices, and focus completely on one task: "That's when I know what I'm doing. Who I am."