He was trying to figure out what, exactly, was going on. Things looked... different than they had when he'd gone to bed the night before. There were subtle changes, places that needed rebuilding, places that had been rebuilt - not to mention that he was in another room that he was pretty sure had been occupied by an Asian girl when he'd gone to bed the night before. He remembered, because he had had that whole thing for Asian girls back in the day, but she looked a bit too young for him.
Yes, even he had his limits. But that wasn't really the point here.
The point here was that his room - 406 - wouldn't let him into it. In fact, seemed to have someone else occupying it. He had the keys to 413 and if Asian-girl hadn't been relocated than... what had happened?
Lily seemed of the mind that he'd been kidnapped from the place where he'd been kidnapped and... he wasn't sure how much stock he put in that. Not that Lily would... lie, exactly, but... it was just a bit hard to believe. He didn't want to believe it.
He'd gotten down to the lobby in time to see two kids he didn't really recognize hanging out. Lily had mentioned that there were all sorts of new people, and even in his disorientation he could tell the chick was hot, and was displeased when Geeky McWorldofWarcrafterson was heading towards her like they were dating. In fact, he felt a small sense of satisfaction when she stabbed him.
...
Wait. No he didn't.
There were some things that no amount of pretending or changing could really get rid of, and extensive training in a field was one of them. In the Peace Corps, you had to be able to treat injuries - and despite the associations with the memories surrounding that part of his life, Barney had... kept up with it, to a degree.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered when he reached Dave at a fast walk. His eyes shot to Corey, and while he wanted to cuss her out for being an idiot, she was hot and he didn't want to blow any potential chances with her later. "Have they kidnapped a doctor yet? Do you know..." but she looked just as bewildered as he felt, and he doubted she'd be of much us. "Nevermind. Just..."
He wished she'd at least left the blade in his stomach - as awful as it sounded, that would have helped the situation. He'd have to make due.
"Kid, I know it's hurting, but you gotta lie down," he said a bit gruffly, trying to encourage Dave to lie down on his back. He'd have rather taken him somewhere else, but not having any idea where to go right now, he'd have to make due with what he had and relay a message over the network when the chance came up. "Your heart's just gonna keep pumping blood through your system and leaking it out that wound. We have to get pressure on it."
While still encouraging Dave to lie down so that gravity would be more in his favour, he reached into his pocket for his room key, ripping a bit at where the stab wound was so he'd have more access to the skin, surveying it for a moment before putting the card down overtop of it so that it covered as much of the wound as he could before he said, "This is probably going to hurt," as eased into pressing down on the wound, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding.
He glanced over to Corey at this point, hoping to god that if she had a knife, she had some kind of experience treating wounds, so when he said, "we need something to cover the wound," she'd understand what he was saying and find him a cloth or bandage or a jacket or something - like hell he was going to use his suit - which caused him to think of his hands which were now stained with blood and how that... wouldn't be good if the kid had something. But he couldn't worry about that right now.
"Or call a doctor, or something, if there's one here," he added.