Prompt; every one finds out about them when Rita gets admitted to the hospital/the first I love you.

"Right this is Rita Freeman 37 years old," Dixie informed Connie as her and Norman wheeled the trolley in. Connie paused when she seen the small blonde woman lying on the bed. "She was found on the floor outside the pub. She has a severe laceration to her right hand from a smashed bottle and she has cuts up her arms, legs and her face. She was conscious at the scene and I've given her 10ml of morphine. She appears to have consumed a large volume of alcohol prior to the incident."

"Right, let's get her into resus please," Connie stated boldly. Following orders they pushed her into resus. "Can we have some privacy please?" She asked looking at Tash who responded by pulling the blue screens across. "Rita, can you hear me? It's Mrs Beauchamp, you're in the hospital."

Rita tried to open her heavy eyes but could only make out the blurry shapes of people rushing around her and pricking needles into her. She could hear someone speaking to her but it wasn't making much sense, then she heard 'Mrs Beauchamp' and she just let out a groan.

Happy that she was responding, Connie let out a smile. "Glad to hear you're with us Sister Freeman." She let out.

Dixie made her way downstairs where she met Iain who was sitting in the kitchen sipping at a cup of coffee.

"I think that was the toughest call out I've had in a while," she sighed.

"How come?" Iain wondered.

"The woman," she paused. "It was Rita."

Iain's stomach dropped at the mention of her name, his eyes snapped up and locked onto Dixie's.

"Is she okay?!" He panicked.

"I don't know, we'll find out later."

"I'm going to go see her," Iain jumped up from his seat and started heading quickly towards the door.

"Iain?" Dixie asked, confused. She tried following him but we was walking too fast for her to catch up. She was just left there wondering why he rushed off to go see her. Then it clicked.

Rita and Iain hadn't told anyone about their 'thing' they had yet, they felt like they didn't need to. It was their business no one else's. But Iain didn't care if anyone found out now; he needed to see if she was okay. On his way up to the ED he started to remember that they argued a couple of hours about if they were going to be serious or not. Rita wanted them to be in a relationship but he didn't feel the same. He just considered them 'a bit of fun'. But he was starting to think that he was completely wrong and now he was regretting everything that he said to her.

When he got upstairs and stormed into reception, he rushed over to Noel.

"Where's Rita?" He asked.

"Sorry Iain I can't tell you, you don't have any relation to her. Hospital rules mate," Noel informed him.

Iain let out an exasperated sigh; he can't believe he was going to do this, "We're together." He stated.

Noel chuckled to himself, "Yeh okay mate, I'll believe that when I see it."

"I'm being serious," Iain replied with a straight face. He could feel himself growing even more irritated the longer Noel stopped him from seeing Rita.

"Seriously?" Noel gasped. "She's in Resus." Noel watched Iain as he rushed off, then he seen Robyn coming out of cubicles and called her over.

Iain got to Resus and bumped into Connie as she was leaving.

"How is she?" He questioned her.

Connie studied him, puzzled. "Excuse me?"

"Rita," he paused. "How is she?"

"I can't tell you unless you have a relationship with my patient," Connie replied firmly.

"Is it not obvious by now?" Iain answered sarcastically.

Connie's eyes widened at the sudden realisation of what was going on, "Right, okay. Well she's stable. We will be extracting the glass from her hand in about 30 minutes, so you have until then."

Iain nodded taking in all the information, he turned to enter Resus but was stopped when Connie called his name. "Yeh?" He wondered.

"How did she get in that state in the first place?" She asked.

"We had an argument; it might be because of that. I don't know." Iain looked down at his shoes, feeling embarrassed and responsible for everything.

"Okay, that's all I needed to know, thank you Iain," she smiled faintly at him then carried on to her office.

Iain took a deep breath and walked over to Rita's bedside, he watched her as she lay staring into space with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Rita?" He whispered, not wanting to startle her.

She heard her name and lifted her head to see that it was Iain; she felt anger boil up inside her.

"What are you doing here?" She let out sharply. "I thought you didn't care."

"I am so sorry Rita," he shook his head, feeling a lump in his throat.

"It's a bit late for that," she snapped.

"I didn't mean what I said," he hesitated thinking about what he was going to say next. "I guess I was just scared. I haven't felt something like this for someone since…well since Sam."

Rita lifted herself up trying to hide the pain she was in and turned to face him. "You could've said. I would have understood Iain."

"I know but…" he looked down. "I don't know."

She took hold of one of his hands that rested on the railing on the bed and squeezed it tightly.

"I forgive you," she whispered softly.

"Why did you do what you did?"

She looked away from him not wanting to have to face up to being stupid. "I was angry and upset because I really like you Iain and I wanted us to make a go of things but when I heard you say that you thought we were only just a bit of fun, I needed to let it out somewhere. And this is what I do," she paused. "I turn to the bottle."

A tear rolled down Iain's cheek as he listened to her. It was all his fault. "Rita, there's something I need to say."

"What is it?"

"What you said, about really liking me. Well I feel the same, about you obviously. Anyway, I never really knew how I felt about you until Dixie told me that you had been in an accident. My stomach dropped and I ran here as fast as I could. I needed to see if you were okay because I don't think I could live with myself knowing that I said those things and I never got the chance to say sorry and well because I don't know what I'd do without you Rita. We've only been a thing for a couple of weeks but in those couple of weeks I feel like a changed man. You are the reason I smile every day and what I think I am trying to say is. I am in love with you Rita Freeman."

Rita felt the blush creeping up her cheeks as he poured his heart out to her.

"I think I love you too Iain Dean," she grinned.

Iain leaned in and placed his lips on Rita's. Rita put her hands on the back of his neck pulling him closer. Then she remembered that she still had a piece of glass sticking in her hand and drew away from him in pain but she was laughing at the same time.

"What are you like?" Iain chuckled before placing a chaste kiss on Rita's lips.

They both turned their heads to see half the staff standing in the doorway cheering at them.