You could say what you liked about Wormtail, but he was not made for sitting or lying still for long periods of time, except when fear was incapacitating, or drink - not that that last had been a problem for some time now which was something, he supposed. Now that the worst of the pain had abated thanks to the potions and multiple healing spells, he was really just waiting out any risk of infection. Since there was nothing wrong with his legs or his back, he didn't feel that so much bed-rest was really necessary.
Of course, he could understand if people didn't trust him to be wandering around on his own. He barely trusted himself, if he was honest. Still, it couldn't do any harm to just walk to another ward, right? What was the worst that could happen? He waited until he was pretty sure the Healers had finished their rounds of his ward before swinging himself carefully off the bed with his one remaining hand and sneaking out into the corridor, looking for Lea.
He wondered if it had been her screaming. It was the first night in the hospital he hadn't slept through, with all the potions he was on, but the terrible sounds had woken him more than once. She was certainly on a similar potion to the one he'd been on earlier, if the green bears were anything to go by. He knew he had been questioning reality for at least several hours. He didn't know if his presence would do anything to help - or perhaps the opposite - but he thought perhaps he owed it to her to try.
His arm was tied awkwardly in a loose sling around his neck - he supposed to stop him jostling it, but it did take a few steps to get used to the slightly off-balance sensation. He checked a few rooms, seeing a few people in various stages of recovery, although some beds had curtains around them and didn't dare go in and look behind them. Eventually he spotted a patient with her face hidden only by long, dark hair. He glanced around for a moment before ducking in through the half-open door. "Morning, angry girl," he said, quietly.