[Larkin]

Addison closed his eyes, willing the cool cloth to stay on his sweaty face forever, though, of course, it was taken away. He sat there, breathing heavily for a few moments. He could feel her, so close to showing. All the pressure was uncomfortable. He shifted a bit on the stool, nodding to both of them to let them know he was fine.

He held Angel's hand and bore down once more, only this time it ended with an Aruba gasp, his blue eyes horridly wide, "It b... B... Ah, it burns...!" he bit into his lip, "G-god..." he remembered this with Eric. It was the part of it that was hell. When he couldn't push and also when he tore. Addison took shallow breaths, working himself up. He didn't want to tear again. Not this time. Wasn't he supposed to not push here? Or was that later on? He didn't know! His mind was going into panic mode!