"Get him in here," Blake ordered a nurse quietly. The kid wanted someone in here, he got someone in here, at least until such a time as they started throwing up or getting in the way. "Wait. Get him X-Rayed so I know where I need to break him, scrub him, then get him in here."
"Right away doctor." It didn't matter they didn't know any names, had never worked together; this was something that went beyond a surgeon's authority in the operating theater. This was something that was wrong and they were going to make it right together.
The nurse slipped away, and Blake fought against a body trying to heal around something that was no longer in the right place, or even the right pieces. "This is going to hurt a lot," he warned before he checked on the end of the bones. "This isn't bad," he said softly. "I have seen a lot worse. We're going to get two titanium bone caps bonded to the respective bone, a fake patella. Then we'll just get everything in order to grow around them."
Praise Odin they wouldn't have to drill through the bone - it was a cement bonding, and so the pain would be comparatively less, though it might feel odd. Blake recognized the invocation as proof he was sliding too far from what he needed to be, and focused.
It seemed to take forever, but he knew it was only minutes before another doctor hustled back in, cradling a silvery articulated joint in his gloved hands. "Let's go to work," Blake said with considerable relief.