No. [Duh.] It would hardly do you any good if I cast an anti-nausea spell when you aren't feeling as though you're about to vomit, now would it?

[But once Kazuya finally gives him an answer, Draco nods, his brow furrowing in concentration.]

Potions are usually better for these things, but...

[He thinks for another moment, then points his wand at Kazuya's head, muttering a quick spell that should at least lessen any throbbing.]

You'll have to lie back so I can fix your ribs.

[Broken bones are easier than head injuries. IF HE'S GOT A CONCUSSION OR SOMETHING...]