The OR is lit up with candles and lanterns, which is apparently all they need to proceed with the operation. And despite being half-slit open, Sydney is fine, because we always seem to see just the first few seconds of a medical crisis and then come back after it's dealt with and everything is more or less under control. Sydney asks after Roberto, like, specifically, where is the dude already? Ben has to tell her that the rescue team never made it to Roberto. Sydney starts freaking out, which is not conducive to operating. Lily offers to get Roberto on the radio as a way to help calm Sydney down enough to proceed. Doesn't Zee have any general anesthesia plants?
Mina and Otis have Sparky in the clinic, and his worst problem is that the burned skin on his chest is constricting his lungs and preventing him from breathing. So they need to cut it open like they did Miguel on ER that time. Otis tries to dismiss Charlie, who refuses to leave, because of how he wants to be a doctor before he can drive. "Face the wall and don't peek," Otis insists. He coaches Mina on the incisions they'll make and assures Charlie that Sparky's nerve endings are so fried he won't feel a thing. Mina's wondering why Sparky is even still alive given how much juice he got hit by, and Otis advises, "Instead of wondering why it didn't kill him, let's make sure it doesn't, okay?" They start slicing into the burnt lasagna that is Sparky's chest while Charlie holds Sparky's hand and continues translating his unending litany of loss. Could they slice him just enough to get him the air he needs to live but not the air he needs to talk?
Out in the dark, Clark is trying to keep Plastics calm, even though Roberto's getting worse and Clark got word that the rescue truck went off the road. There's no rescue team, is there? It's just something Ben and Clark made up to tell the newbies, like Santa Claus. Like, is anyone concerned about whether any of the rescue workers are injured? Of course not, all the doctors are now spoken for. But back to Roberto, of whom Plastics frets, "He's gonna pass out soon. We're gonna have to bag him." But first they have to walk all the way across the clearing to get back to where he is. Plastics tells Roberto that he's about to take a little nap. "But that's okay, because we're gonna breathe for you, and when you wake up you're gonna be at the clinic with your wife and your son." Roberto says the kid's name will be Max, even though he prefers Diego. "Since I'm missing the whole thing, I guess the woman should probably get her way." I'd also add that giving a kid who was born in a jungle a name like Diego is a little on the nose, even if there's never a little sister named Dora. With a few more wheezes, Roberto obligingly checks out. "There it is," Clark says, and they get busy intubating him, which can't be easy in the dark. Ever visualize an airway by moonlight? Me either. While Plastics is busy with that, Clark has to answer the sat-phone call from Ben and tell him that Roberto's not going to be talking to Sydney any time soon. "It doesn't look good." After a quick glance back toward the Operating Patio, Ben asks if Roberto had any last words, and Clark tells him he said the kid gets to be named Max. Good thing Robert's the talkative type. Good for Sydney, that is, not for us.