Mew and the Battle of 1999, Guest staring Mentat
Mentat scowls as he walks to her, his conversation with Death no longer important in the moment. "This isn't supposed to happen until you actually begin casting."
Due to his magical suppression, he used the ambient energies here to complement his actions, applying direct pressure with his hand to the wound, and slowly and carefully moving her closer to the statue of Mary. "Stigmata is a frequent side effects of the nastier elements of the magic I use." He grunted out as he moved her. "That, or you are having a psychosomatic dream which can kill you. The rules here are different, if I recall - death in the dream world of this castle doesn't kill you. It turns you into a lost soul."
The scientist living in his mind piped up a question. "Yes, brain, I suppose that does mean we can find out if that's just fatal to us or if it actually does cause our soul to wander until the death of this world, should the worst happen. On the plus side, it will mean her lessons resume."
"Strength within, strength without." He calmed himself, and slowly focused healing energies into the wound, willing the natural energies of the room to focus on containing the bleeding. He combined this with actual effort, taking off his jacket and shirt, and tearing the shirt into makeshift bandages, which he bound around her. He figured she'd get over the lifted shirt.
If she got more injuries on the torso, she was waking up indecent, and if she lived she'd get over it, as far as Mentat was concerned.