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Got a bug to catch - PLL

Caleb's POV:

Toby, Ezra and I had been hard at work. We were tracking down evidence of "A" everywhere we could think of.

I couldn't remember the last time we left Toby's loft, except to go downstairs to get food from the Brew that Ezra now owned. We sat, ate and worked. Repeat.

I sat staring at my latest sandwich from the Brew. I couldn't eat it though I had a pit in my stomach. It was probably stress from how little we were discovering about "A"

"It's getting late. We should take a rest." Ezra suggests. He rubs at his chin which is covered in stubble. "Yeah I need a shower first." Toby makes his way to the bathroom, while Ezra and I crash in the living room. It doesn't take much for me to fall asleep.

I awoke to pitch darkness and a sharp pain in my stomach. I moan as I try to sit up. I hear Toby making gagging noises. It had been a while, but in one group home I lived in I had been designated to help the young kids when they were sick. Those parents never wanted to be woken up unless absolutely necessary.

I try to ignore my pain as I stand and make my way to Toby. "Come on get up, bud." I say.

My immediate concern is for Toby. I can ignore my own pain. So far it looks (and smells) like Toby is only dry heaving.

I get him to the bathroom where he crashes on his knees and finally releases the contents of his dinner. I have to look away and lean heavily on the sink.

I left the door open so it hardly surprises me when I look up to see Ezra standing in the doorway. "What happened?" he asks sleepily. "I don't know. I just woke up and found him like this." I say.

Ezra takes my place at Toby's side. I don't think Toby has said a word since I got him over here. But once Ezra's hands rub his back, he's whimpering like a kid. Ezra has that affect on people. He's got like this dad vibe thing.

I force myself to stand by leaning on the sink. My vision was getting fuzzy and I felt really weak.

It doesn't take more than a minute, for the ever observant 'dad' to say "You look a little pale."

I try to shake him off. "No, just not great with vomit." I lie. He ignores my excuse and reaches over to brush the hair out of my face. "You're burning up." His cool hands run their way over my face and neck. I exhale.

"Come on, I've got Toby. You've got to get to bed." He says to me.

"I'm actually feeling much better now, thanks." Toby coughs out with his head still down on the toilet bowl. Ezra rolls his eyes.

Ezra leads me out of the puke smelling bathroom. I use the wall to keep my balance, but eventually have to let go and grab onto Ezra's arm. This is honestly so embarrassing.

We walk over to the couch. I flop down. "Really, I'm fine. Just help Toby."

Ezra hesitates but eventually goes back to Toby.

I close my eyes and that's the last thing I remember.

When I wake up the next morning, an angry blonde is standing over me. "What the hell are you doing?" My head is pounding. "Hanna? What are you talking about?"

"You don't answer my calls and then I find you all investigating like the freaking FBI. I literally told you not to do this. I don't want "A" to get to you." Hanna has her arms crossed. I hear her words but I am having a hard time processing them.

I rub my face. "Hanna..." I try. My brain is foggy.

"I'm leaving." Hanna says. I don't want her to go. Hanna and I don't handle fighting well. "Han...wait." I stand up to go after her. I take one step and my knees quake under me.