A/N Jessica's therapy inspired me to have Charity have therapy with Janie and recover from her anxiety. Charity has weekly therapy.

Janie's next therapy session for Charity had come. She went to Charity's railway and found where her patient was. Charity had finished a job and her crew were with her.

Janie asked, "Did anyone else treat you bad?"

Charity replied, "I get paranoid I'm being laughed at when someone laughs around me. However, the rest of my crew have been nicer, not abusive. After my cruel fireman's retirement, I go through phases of crying now and again, off and on or almost all the time. It can be mild, moderate or severe.". She began to cry after saying that, sobbing and sniffling too hard to speak, her face wet with tears.

Janie said, "Cry, Charity. It's valid.", empathy in her voice and look.

Charity's driver said, "I can dry your tears when present for your therapy, as you want that.", taking a cloth from his pocket to do that. He rubbed her cheeks and wiped her weeping eyes.

Charity cried and sobbed more. She sniffled again hard, coughed as she choked on her sobs and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as her tears came, not once stopping and allowed her driver to keep drying her eyes.

He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "Let it all out.", as he pressed the cloth to her eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.

Charity sobbed and sobbed until she had no more tears to cry. Her driver dried her last tears away, dabbing her face and eyes until they were dry. Her driver went back to the cab with the sodden cloth and the session went on.

At the end of the session, Janie said, "Charity, cry whenever you feel like in therapy. I shall do what I can to ease your dreadful anxiety. See you next week.", before she left.

Charity's crew gave her a drink and she went back to working with her friends on the railway.

Her driver said, "I know you're anxious about crying without anyone around to dry your eyes, because you might rust. Rusty engines, if it's not too bad, can be restored. But I told you, when I first became your driver, you can rely on me to wipe tears from your eyes, so I always have a soft cotton waffle rag with me when we're together, to wipe away all your tears as best I can. I don't want you to rust.", as she had her drink.

A/N I'll bounce between OCs, as I feel like.