It wasn't long after that, that Aria began feeling queazy again, and practically spewed her guts out into the toilet. If she had been a tad slower, she wouldn't of made it to the toilet on time.
She had demanded that Ezra still go to work, regardless of her constant puking.
"Stop fussing and go to work." She had said, try to pry away Ezra as he pulled the covers over her body in their bed. "I'll be fine in an hour."
Of course, Ezra was fussing. Whatever was making her sick still hadn't gone away yet, this could've been serious. "I'm taking you to the doctors as soon as I get home." Ezra ordered, running his hand along her forehead for the ninth time in the last twenty minutes. "Whatever this is should've cleared up by now." He leant down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, running his hand along her cheek in an affectionate manner. He didn't want to leave her like this, but of course stubborn Aria forced him to.
"Just go to work." Aria whined, pulling the covers over her face and turning away from him. Ezra reluctantly left, locking the door behind him.

Now, Aria had been in bed all day, sleeping peacefully when Ezra pulled up outside the apartment, grasping his work things and heading up the stairs. He had called the doctors an hour prior, booking her an appointment. That way his girlfriend couldn't argue.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he saw the apartment door wide open, causing his immediate panic to kick in. He dropped his things down on to the floor, rushing into the apartment as quickly as he could. It was the reason work would go so slowly, he wanted to get back to Aria. To protect her, like he said he would.
"Aria?" He yelled as loud as he could, rushing towards the bed to check that his girlfriend was still there. Ezra didn't notice the damage done to the room, only the sleeping girl under the bed. "Aria..."
"Hmm?" Aria murmured, her eyes fluttering open. The fear in Ezra's eyes told her something wasn't right.
"Someone's been in the apartment." Ezra pulled the blanket away from Aria's body, checking her over again, and then once more. "Did they touch you at all? Did you hear anything? What did you hear? Are you okay? Didn't you feel anything? I told you I shouldn't of left you here alone , Aria! It must've been-" Aria cut Ezra off, shaking her head before speaking.
"Shhh... I'm fine. I was asleep." She raised a hand to rub it down his cheek, her eyes beginning to droop already.
"I shouldn't of left you here alone, I should've demanded that I stayed and made sure that you felt better. Why did you make me leave?" Ezra began hyperventilating, his panic only rising. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, shakily trying to dial 911. Aria reached up, taking the phone from his hands slowly.
"You have a teenage girl in your bed, that's not going to go down well." The police needed to be called. Ezra had left Aria alone without anyone to watch her, in this state.
"Someone broke into the apartment, they could've hurt you! And I left you alone! How could I think that going back to work was okay? You were forced into sex by my own brother, stalked and now almost killed! That's it, I-" With a roll of her eyes, Aria grabbed the pillow beside her and whacked Ezra over the head with it.
"Shut. Up, stop going on. I'm fine, I'm not hurt." She turned over, burying herself under the covers as the sickness began to return. Ezra picked up on it straight away, grasping the bucket that they'd placed beside the bed, and held it up. He pulled her hair back with his free hand, waiting a few moments until she was laid down again.
"Still not feeling any better?" He pushed aside the more pressing issue, and placed the back of his hand on Aria's forehead, the heat radiating onto his hand causing him to panic. "I called the doctor, we have an appointment as five."
"Cancel it, I don't want to move."
"You need to see what's wrong, Aria. Work with me here..."
"Don't make me go..." Was all Aria said, pushing her lips out in a pout. "I want to stay here and sleep." It was a pout Ezra just couldn't refuse.
"Okay, okay..." Ezra whispered, brushing a hand through her hair. "You sure that didn't hear anything? Not even the door opening?" She shook her head no, trying to sit up in the bed. Ezra however pushed at her shoulders, trying to get her to lie back down again.
Not much damage had been done. The table was upside down and hanging from the sofa, most of the glasses were smashed, and the drawers at the end of Ezra's bed was pulled out.
"Did they take anything?" Aria questioned, running her hand along Ezra's arm.
"I don't know..." He trailed off, moving towards the drawer. He searched through it, knowing exactly what he was looking for. "Whoever it is took our photo album." Ezra said, brushing it off as nothing. "They also took Wesley's book."
"Why would they need that?!"
"No idea." He glanced back at his girlfriend. It was then that Ezra noticed the piece of paper on the bedside cabinet. He picked up the white piece of paper, and scanned over the words.
You really shouldn't leave your little girlfriend alone, Mr Fitz.
Wouldn't want anybody to hurt her now, would we?
It wasn't until he reached the end of the note that he saw a lock of brown hair taped to the bottom of it. Aria snatched the letter from his grasp, reading over it before her eyes grew wide, and she shot up, trying to find where the hair had been taken from.
"Get up, we've got to go." Ezra ordered sternly, scrunching up the letter. "You're not being put in danger anymore."
"Ezra, stop. We can't just run away."
"We can try, you could've been killed today."
She rolled her eyes, sitting up and crawling off the bed. "I want Ezra back, my Ezra. Not this overprotective one."
"I'm trying to keep you safe, if you haven't noticed."
"What happened to the Ezra that would rather spend all day cuddled up on the couch watching a black and white movie? Or who spends most of his free time reading and writing? What the hell happened?"
"I realised that someone wants to kill my girlfriend, which obviously you don't seem to care about."
"I've been stalked before, you learn to live with it. Stop fussing, stop worrying. Stop being like this. Be Ezra again." Through all this, Aria refused to glance at Ezra, instead inspecting her painted nails.
"I don't want you to get hurt!" Ezra's voice rose, before he managed to control it again, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm tired of you getting hurt. This has something to do with Wesley, who I brought into your life."
"You feel guilty?" Aria asked in surprise, glancing up at her boyfriend. "You didn't cause this."
"I might as well of."
"Right, that's is," She raised to her feet, tired of all of this. "We're not going to be afraid of them anymore. We're finding out who this is, and ending it before anyone gets hurt." She folded her arms over her chest, rolling her shoulders in a gently shrug. "I say bring it."