Cole is marching through the jungle, haranguing Plastics for the mess he's made of the whole Papa situation. Plastics defends himself, saying it's not his fault that this gourd-shaking heebie-jeebie peddler has such a hold on the community. Cole says it was Plastics's attitude that was the problem -- he didn't listen to Papa and disrespected him. Then Cole tells some dumb story about how he used to have migraines until Papa diagnosed him as having two jaguars fighting in his head, made him inhale some herbs, and damned if he wasn't cured. So...are we humoring the witch doctor or does he know what he's doing. Cole attempts to sum up the show's feelings on tribal healers thusly: The doctors at the clinic can't treat the locals unless it looks like they're working alongside Papa, not against him. So humoring the man is pragmatic. Which...is fine. But I kind of feel Plastics when he's all, "It's epilepsy. We kind of can't go halfsies on treatment options. They arrive at Papa's hut, and despite Plastics being willing to make things right, Cole enters and leaves Plastics out in the cold. Or, more accurately, the disgustingly humid.
Back at the Clinica, Mina joins Plastics on the steps for some moping. Plastics bemoans the fact that he's now 0-for-2 with Cole, who now hates him. Mina assures him that it takes at least three tries before someone makes up their mind about you. Plastics, because he is Plastics, turns a leering glance over to Mina and then elbows her in the arm all, "Ehh?" Not with HER, she assures him. "I snap judge." Plastics then gets a bolt of an idea and books off into the jungle, yelling something about the bathroom and how he doesn't want to blow his last chance with Cole.
Seconds after Plastics is gone, the jeep pulls up with Snake-Bait and his team of wranglers. Mina and the other doctors scramble to get S-B out of the jeep. Cut to the ER, where Ben, Lily, and Zee are joined by Mina, Clark, and Cole as they all work hurriedly. Snake-Bait stirs a bit, and Ben says they're just about to put him under, so they can operate. As the doctors prepare to cut the tourniquet, Cole notices a bloody patch that wasn't there a minute ago. Lily cuts away the fabric only to be greeted by the squirting blood of a femoral bleed. What cut into his leg like this? "It's in my pocket," Snake-Bait woozily slurs. Of course now, it's embedded centimeter deep into his leg: a diamond ring, which he had in his pocket, ready to propose to Yappy. Have I mentioned we're in Shondaland? Everybody looks at the ring for a billion hours instead of the leg that is, no exaggeration, gushing blood.