A/N Jessica will have some new comforters in this chapter.
Jessica woke up wailing. She had a nightmare, reliving her abuse. Her crew were notified of her tears and came, with her fireman arriving first. Her face was tearstained and wet with fresh tears pouring from her eyes. She sniffled, long and loud.
"There, there, Jessica," he said, softly drying her tears with a cotton rag. "Open the floodgates and release your pain. It's just a nightmare. You're safe.", as he gently rubbed her tear-stained cheeks and wiped her tear-wet eyes. He listened attentively, trying to be present with her as he imagined how she felt. She's always so dreadfully unhappy, he thought, looking into her soulful eyes.
Jessica went on crying, releasing another wailing sob. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her tears and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as huge tears poured from eyes, not once stopping and let her fireman offer his comfort.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I'm here for you, not to rush your healing with platitudes or empty promises, putting a positive spin on things, just to wipe your pain away. Your emotions and experience are valid, so I shall dry your eyes.". He held the rag to her eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could, thinking of context and any way he could give her inspiration. The heritage railway controller gave me these two soft cotton rags when he came here with Jessica. He said, "These are for when you're with her and her driver isn't, like in the morning if you come before him and she's woken up in tears. He had to get the second rag because the first one was sopping wet.
Jessica's wailing and non-stop weeping went on until she could weep no more. Her fireman dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes dry of tears and gave her the inspiring words he thought of. Then, he joined the driver in the cab with the sodden rags. They gave Jessica a drink and then went on with the start of the day. Her face was all red and her sore eyes were flame-red and puffy.
Jessica, later on, was on a siding in Knapford, her crew on break. She began to wail loudly, overwhelmed with her depression hurting her. Her face was covered in tears and she kept sniffling. Sarah, one of her nice diesel friends, came and gave her a buffer press.
Sarah told her friend, "Jessica, I can sense you're upset." She sniffled, her eyes filling with tears because she could tell how much Jessica hurt, so her driver dabbed her eyes with a cloth. "I care about your feelings because I've got a warm heart." She looked compassionately at her depressed friend.
Sir Topham and Lady Hatt, the latter who was helping with a railway gala that was happening later, came out.
"There, there, Jessica," Lady Hatt said, climbing on the garter blue engine's buffers. She pulled out her handkerchief and dried Jessica's tears. "I just want to give you support and comfort. You've got my understanding, because I care about your needs.", as she rubbed Jessica's sodden cheeks and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Her husband patted Jessica's buffers and said, "You can depend on me to meet your needs, Jessica. I'm not the best with emotions, but I'm loyal and love steam engines.". He showed his caring, fatherly side.
Jessica's wailing sobs went on. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her tears and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as great tears poured from her eyes and let the Hatts comfort her, especially Lady Hatt.
She said, as she continued to wipe the tears away, "Cry, Jessica. Let it all out.". She held her flowered white hanky to Jessica's weeping eyes, letting her sob into it and wiped all her tears away as best she could. Eventually, she turned to her husband, saying "She's in need of a second handkerchief, as mine's soaked with her tears and she can't stop crying."
Sir Topham Hatt gave his big hanky to his wife, "Take mine. I told her I'd meet her needs, so if she needs a hanky, I shall meet that need."
Jessica wept and wailed until she could cry no more. Lady Hatt dried her last tears away, dabbing her cheeks and eyes until they were dry. Sarah moved on and the Hatts left with their sodden handkerchiefs. Jessica rested on the siding, her face red and her eyes all red and puffy. Her crew came back and gave her a drink.
Dr. Tom came for Jessica's therapy. "You got things in particular that trigger your crying spells?" he asked. "If you feel the need to cry from telling me, just let the rain fall."
Jessica said, "Nightmares and things that trigger thoughts of my abuse or just letting my mind drift off, the last of which happens when I'm alone." She began to cry, wailing her heart out.
Jessica's driver said, taking a cloth from his pocket, "You've got my empathy and compassion as always when you cry. You're in need of a good cry, so I want you to cry and let it all out. Feel how you feel." He dried her tears with the cloth, rubbing her cheeks and wiping her eyes.
Jessica finished her cry, no more tears left to shed. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes dry and went back to the cab with the sodden cloth.
The session went on and then Dr. Tom said, "Tears are useful when in therapy in my eyes.", before he eventually left.
Jessica's day went on and at the end, she wailed herself to sleep with her driver's comfort. Thomas gave her a buffer press as well.
Jessica's driver said, taking a cloth from his pocket to dry her tears "Jessica, I wish I could wipe your sadness, so I shall wipe your eyes. You can wail into your hanky as much as you want. I love to wipe your eyes, so just let it all out." He rubbed her cheeks and wiped her eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she felt.
Jessica went on with wailing sobs. She sniffled hard, coughed as she choked on her tears and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as her wails and constant tears came, loud and hard as ever she could wail and cry as her driver comforted her.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "Cry, Jessica. Feel how you feel. Crying's comfort, so go ahead and let the tears flow." He reassured her, trying not to be overbearing, patiently listening and supporting her, giving her empathy, compassion and practical comfort. He held the cloth to her streaming eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.
Jessica wept and wailed until she could no longer cry. As she fell asleep, her driver dried her last tears away, patting them from her cheeks and dapping them from her damp eyes until they were dry. He left with the sodden cloth, thinking, I shall dap her tears away no matter how much cries, whenever she's in tears. Because I'm sensitive and feel very deeply, I'm very caring, loving and understanding.
A/N I'll maybe do more with Janie and Charity, but I'm not quite done with Jessica yet. Charity recovering from her anxiety came to me because I'm following Jessica's depression recovery through therapy. Her driver dries her tears with a soft cotton waffle hanky every time.