A/N Another chapter for Jessica, so remember or, if you're new, be aware of her depression. She never asks someone to wipe her tears, because she's too worthless and hopeless to, but lets someone dry her tears.
Jessica woke up in tears, wailing from a nightmare. Her crew were informed of her distress, so they could comfort her. She kept sniffling, long and loud.
Jessica's driver arrived and saw her tearstained, wet face. "There, there, Jessica," he said, taking a cloth from his pocket to dry her tears. "It's just a nightmare, but let it all out. I wish I could wipe your unhappiness, so I shall wipe your eyes." He rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped her eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she felt.
Thomas, who was just in steam, gave her a buffer press. "Jessica, I don't like my friends being sad, but emotion's part of life. I get sad about all those I've lost." A big tear welled up in the corner of his eye and he sniffled. His driver noticed and wiped it away with his sleeve.
"Cry-engine! You woke me up with your bawling your eyes out! Stop that howling and let us sleep!" the rudest engine in the shed said to Jessica.
Jessica wailed some more, as loud and hard as ever she could. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her wailing sobs and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as huge tears poured from her eyes, not once stopping, as her driver offered his comfort.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I feel deeply, so I understand. You feel things so very deeply, an extremely sensitive soul, so you've got my support. I'm here for you in your pain.". He looked compassionately at her, reassuring her without being overbearing with his empathy, as he held the cloth to her eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.
Jessica wailed endlessly, until her tears slowed to a stop because she had no more left to shed. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes until they were dry, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth, just drippy wet from her tears. Her face was red and her eyes were flame-red and puffy from her cry. Thomas shunted her to the water column.
Jessica's fireman said, "If I arrived before Driver on a day like this, I'd wipe your pain away."
Her driver replied, "She needed our empathy, I guess. I'm not afraid of emotions. Poor Jessica's got a soaked hanky and it's just the start of the day."
Jessica said, "I'm the most worthless waste of steam, the most useless engine ever built. Just scrap me, as there's no reason for me to live."
Her driver patted her cab and her fireman spoke some words in attempt to inspire her.
Later on, Jessica's driver said, as they were on break, "If she was human, she wouldn't even bother wiping her eyes, except if she was around others and they told her to or she needed what she was doing to stay dry."
The fireman said, "She'd probably still cry herself to sleep, be one of those people crying into her pillow at night."
Back on the railway, the Hatts had just taken a train ride and now saw Jessica, her eyes wet with tears. She let out wailing sobs and kept sniffling.
Lady Hatt climbed on the sad engine's buffers, "There, there Jessica," she said, pulling out a white handkerchief to dry her tears. "Cry it out. You've got my support and comfort. I wish I could fix what's hurting you.". She gently rubbed Jessica's cheeks and wiped her tear-filled eyes.
Sir Topham Hatt patted Jessica's buffers. "You can depend on me, Jessica."
Jessica wailed some more. She was sniffling hard, coughing, choking on her tears and hiccupping. She gasped and gulped, shaking as huge water droplets poured from her eyes, not once stopping, while the Hatts comforted her, especially Lady Hatt.
She said, as she continued to wipe the tears away, "I care so much, Jessica. I just want to provide support and comfort." She held the hanky to Jessica's eyes, letting her sob into it and wiped all her tears away as best she could. After a while, she had to ask her husband, "Can I borrow your hanky? She's soaked mine and her tears just won't stop.". After putting her sodden handkerchief in her bag, she took her husband's and pressed it to Jessica's weeping eyes.
Jessica wept non-stop until she had no more tears to cry. Lady Hatt dried her last tears away, patting stray huge water droplets from her cheeks and dapping tears in her eyes away until they were dry. She gave the sopping wet piece of cloth to her husband, which he had to wring out, then stuck it in his pocket. As she looked at Jessica's red face and flame-red eyes, the latter sore and swollen from her cry, she thought, You're the saddest engine I've known. I know why you're depressed, but I hope you can feel better.
Jessica's crew came back and gave her a drink, then went on with their day.
Dr Tom came for Jessica's therapy. "How do you feel today?"
"Dreadful", said Jessica. "Like I'm the most worthless waste of steam ever built." and she began to cry and wail.
Dr. Tom said, "Just go ahead and cry, Jessica. Let the rain fall from your eyes."
Jessica's driver went to her wet face, "Let those tears out.", as he dried her tears with a cloth.
Jessica wept and wailed as hard and loud as ever she could, non-stop until she could cry no more.
Dr. Tom said, " Brilliant. You cry from the depths of your mechanical heart and I love it. The ones who cry their eyes out benefit. You engines, when you cry, throw the whole of your mechanical hearts into it, when you don't hold back." and their session went on.
After therapy, Jessica had a drink and went on with the rest of her day.
"I've got such a pain," Jessica said, as she pulled her last train. "Boiler-ache." She began to cry, wailing loudly because she was ill. She was sniffling long and loud.
"There, there, Jessica," her driver said, softly drying her tears with a cloth. "You shall go to the Steamworks and then be fine again. Feel how you feel and just cry. Let it all out.". He gently rubbed her cheeks and wiped her tear-filled eyes, comforting her as he had before.
Jessica cried and wailed more, fresh tears pouring from her eyes. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her wailing sobs and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as she wept non-stop and let her driver offer his comfort.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I know you feel useless, because you're ill. But I'm here for you in your pain." He pressed the cloth to her eyes, letting her sob into it and wiped all her tears away as best he could.
Jessica's wailing sobs went on until she could no longer shed any more tears. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes dry of tears. Her face was red and her eyes were flame-red and puffy. Thomas gave his friend a buffer press, then shunted her to the Steamworks.
Jessica's boiler was cleaned out and then she had a drink before she went back on the rails. She was tested and good to go, then left the Steamworks.
A/N In this story, Jessica's, that is, she and Thomas are the only steam engines on Sodor anymore. Diesels replaced the others.