Wolfgang applies the Dittany when she asks, wincing at how the poor man moans and cries, something he doesn't blame him for at all. In his position, he'd be having the same reaction. His mouth is pursed in a thin line -- it's the pain he can feel (not to mention hear) that really bothers him, not the ghoulish nature of the healing, considering what he's been up to over the past weeks. He will be damned if he has to watch another innocent person die here. Fuck this city.

"Do you need him awake? I can..." His gesture is not the most illuminating, and in frustration he stops speaking English, relies on the city to translate for him. "Put him under." He can't stop the pain, only make him not mind it so much, and sleep may be as much relief as he can provide right now.