"He's lost a lot of blood. Crowley, what's his type? I don't think we have any fresh pouches, so could you conjure some?" He reached for another tool, a tube, to take care of the pneumothorax. Carefully he stitched it into the skin and used a vacuum to reinflate the lung. "I think I've cleared out some, if not most, of the major internal damages, including his heart which, while not expressly injured, was not in great shape. I'll have to set some of the bones, though, at least for a little while, unless you call Gabriel. I probably won't have enough left in me to knit them back together right away, but the tissue's been cleaned so it shouldn't get infected."

He pressed against the exposed hip and focused as he miracled the bone, drawing it back together.

"He'll need follow-ups too. X-rays from the tube thoracostomy and the compound fractures."

With a quick glance at the various apparati John was hooked up to, Raphael nodded then looked at Crowley.

"The blood, please? And Adam, get me the furosemide from the medical cabinet, just in case."