Wing knocks gently on the doorframe of the main room of the medical bay and lets himself in, looking around curiously. He's been handling his own charge relatively well and he knows there are others worse affected, so offering whatever assistance he can render seemed reasonable but there doesn't seem to be anyone staffed. He tilts his head and picks up the sound of the washracks running in the back--he makes his way towards them hesitantly before he hears a pained moan and picks up speed.

"Excuse me?" he says, poking his head, then the rest of him carefully into the room, his optics widening when he catches sight of First Aid. "I, um." He feels charge thread slow fingers low in his belly then tighten suddenly into a fist and he has to fight to keep his panels closed suddenly.

"...can I help?" he manages after a moment, his voice only a little staticky and his optics soft and bright.