"Sorrysorrysorry!" were the buzzing apologies as he snatched the surgeon. Who was also a god of thunder, but Wally had no idea of this. All he knew was he needed someone now, and ever second he wasted was a second of agony for Bart.
And seconds for speedsters could be their own little eternities.
He rapidly explained while blurring through the streets, over hills, past fields, whipping between cars that never registered they were even there, then only a brief pause at the hospital door to register he was there before they were blurring into the back. he told him all about the shotgun to the knee, the way speedsters healed, even how anesthesia was useless.
Outside of the room where Bart was being prepped, he stopped to touch his knees, bending over to catch his breath. "Gawd, you're heavy. So please..." The green eyes shot up, multiple emotions consuming them. "Can you help him?"
Not that he was in great shape himself. He obviously still had breaks he needed to deal with... but those were simple things to rebreak and place back where they could seal properly. Bart needed something much more complicated.