Cuddy clamped down on Dan's leg with a pressure dressing, putting it in place tightly once Jessica moved back. She made a mental note to check on the woman later, when Dan was in a proper bed and stable. "Must be the femoral artery." It would explain the blood loss, and that in turn could explain the altered metal state. Demons or ghosts as an explanation held possibility too, especially since he had managed to stay awake long enough to be a threat. "I'm going to start him on an iv next. Lyla, keep checking his vitals." Get some fluids into him, then onto the gurney - straight to the medical bay, with transfusions, stitching and even restraints if he needed them.
Abra's hands flew up and covered her ears. "Shut up, you ugly, old bitch!" She screamed back both out loud and into the minds of the ghosts. "You're not demons. You're just stinking, rotting old ghosts!" A box in her mind snapped opened and she pulled on Massey first. Yanking hard with her shine, right on the crazy woman's wrists, where she knew it hurt, and into the box, closing it tight. One down, hopefully. Many more to go. She'd have to have a long talk with this new Dan to figure out what the hell had happened and where her Dan was now.