He sighed a bit to himself after getting the ok. He wasn't bothered or annoyed but he knew what had to happen for him to save her. He took out his holy Southern Cross dagger and began to completely disrobe. It wasn't something he was thrilled about but the holy laws mandate that his clothes may never have his blood spilled on them. He then places the dagger in her hands and stand back with his arms extended out.
"Lift her up. Excuse my nudity, but laws that you may not understand dictate that I must disrobe. Now first thing I want you to do is use the last remaining strength in your body to stab me...extremely violently and do not hold back. Allow my blood to spill on you and you will be fine ma'am"
He takes a deep breath and impales his chest with his hand and carves the emblem of the Southern Cross in his chest.
"Do not worry about my safety, by the blood of the Southern Cross, you shall be healed..."