Day 4! It's going well so far I think! Thanks for reviewing, every single one makes me want to write more! Hope you enjoy this one!
It's a bit early as my laptops about to die and I can't remember where I've left my charger so thought I'd upload in case I can't find it...
Milly XxX

64. "It's two sugars, right?"

"Reet's, you alright?" Iain asked the sight of his girlfriend leaving resus as he walked past, with scrubs stained a dark red and tears cascading down her face, alarming him.

"I couldn't save him," she cried, her feet giving out from under her, her body falling as Iain reached her, catching her in his arms.

Iain held her, listening to her repeat the four words, her head burying into the crock of Iain's neck,

The pair stayed there for a moment, Iain allowing Rita to cry without question, his hand running up and down her back to reassure her he was there. Holding her tight as he crouched down supporting them both.

Rita's tears slowed, her breathing became less erratic and her head lifted up to look into Iain's eyes.

"I'm sorry." Rita muttered, her voice still yet to recover.

"Shhh, I've got you." Iain said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I'm sorry," Rita muttered once again, her head falling back into the warmth of Iain's neck.

"Lets go clean you up then we can talk, if you want." He suggested, noticing that people were starting to take note of the couple sat on the floor outside resus, one covered in blood.

Rita nodded, her head staying firmly nestled into Iain's neck her stood up, his arms drawing Rita close to him, lifting her small frame up without a word. Iain carried her to the staff bathroom.

Iain set Rita down on the chair, locking the door behind them so they wouldn't be disturbed. He turned the shower on, checking the temperature was right before he turned to look at Rita.

Rita was sat where Iain had left her; her arms wrapped around her legs, hugging them into her chest, blood staining her dark blue scrubs purple.

"I'll go if you want?" Iain offered.

Rita slowly looked up at her boyfriend, her eyes bloodshot and full of sadness. "Stay?" she whispered, her question weak but she needed him.

"Always." Iain answered, sitting down next to her, "lets get you out of these clothes." He suggested, Rita nodding in agreement.

Iain helped Rita get clean, standing outside the shower as she washed herself and handing her a towel when he heard the water turn off.

"Thank you," Rita smiled when she emerged, blood stained scrubs replaced with a warm towel.

"Anything," Iain smiled back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I can only find the light blue scrubs." He said, handing her the clean clothes.

"There's some in my office but I'll just wear these." Rita told him, getting dressed.

Iain waited for her to change in silence, he didn't want to rush her, he didn't need to; his shift had just finished when he had found Rita.

"Sorry." Rita repeated, her voice still a little shaky.

"You don't need to be sorry. Everyone's had those tough cases, even me." Iain reassured her, taking a hand in his as he lifted her chin so their eyes met.

"Thank you."

"Rita, I don't mind. You're all that mattered. Come on, lets go get a cup of tea and we can talk, If you want?"

Rita nodded again, allowing Iain to take the bag, she presumed contained her blood soaked scrubs, and herself to the staffroom and make her a hot drink.

"It's two sugars right?" Iain asked as he carried a steaming mug over to the sofa where she was sat.

"You know me well Mr Dean." Rita smiled weakly as she accepted the cup, noting how Iain had used her favourite with 'Here comes trouble' written across it. Her head coming to rest on Iain shoulder as he sat down next to her.

"Want to talk?" Iain prompted gently.

"Not yet, just sit with me a while." Rita whispered.

Iain smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head her wrapped his arm around her, waiting until she spoke, not wanting to push her.

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