2009, my late husband was transferred to the Vic after open heart surgery. Was immediately put in a side room. (Didn't realise at the time - they tend to do that if they think you're on the road out.)
He was supposed to get physio before coming home.
A Muslim gentleman created merry hell because his wife was in a mixed ward (albeit with single-sex bays).
So DH was punted into the main ward and the Muslim lady got the side room. Mind you, that probably saved DH's life.
They accidentally discharged him after 3 days - I was told to pick him up. (Physio: "Can you walk up these steps?" DH managed it - laboriously - so they discharged him.) Got him home and it turned out that he had an infected chest wound and the Vic had forgotten to check his bloods. (He'd had two blood transfusions at the Royal in Edinburgh,) He was gasping for breath with anaemia.
Our District Nurse saved his life. (After she intervened, a Cardio Nurse from the Vic turned up at our door. When I asked why DH hadn't had the physio etc: "Oh, well..he was at the Royal for so long that we assumed he'd had it." They obviously don't read notes at the Vic.)
My point is that the Vic can move to sort out worries over sex when it wants to.