A/N Just Jessica and her depression. On the review of the chapter I did before, Sawyer's brother was sick with stomach flu Thanksgiving and unable to get hom from college for Christmas. He's 18, almost 19.
Jessica woke up wailing from a nightmare of her dreadful abuse. Her crew were told, so whoever came first would be ready to comfort her. Huge water droplets poured from her eyes to the point her face was wet with tears and she sniffled, long and loud.
Jessica's driver came and found her tear-stained, but otherwise just as the others had. "There, there, Jessica," he said, pulling out a cloth from his pocket to dry her tears. "I've got your cotton waffle hanky, so 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 wet eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she must feel.
"Cry-engine," said one of the meaner engines. "You woke me up, bawling your eyes out."
Jessica's fireman said, "Jessica, they don't understand you're dealing with mild depression and may just not understand emotions. The ones who call you a cry-engine are likely quite uncomfortable with your waterfall."
Jessica cried more, emitting another wailing sob as fresh tears welled up. She was sniffling hard, coughing, choking on her tears and hiccupping. She gasped and gulped, shaking as huge tears welled up in her eyes, not once stopping as her driver comforted her.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I know you feel upset, but it was just a nightmare. You're safe, but cry it out. I love to wipe your eyes.". He pressed the cloth to her eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.
Jessica went on wailing her heart out until she could cry no more. Her driver dried her las tears away, patting any stray ones from her cheeks and dapping tears in her eyes away until they were dry, then went to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her fireman gave her some inspiration he thought of, as her crew gave her a drink. She smiled, feeling better after crying, though her face was all red and her sore and swollen eyes were flame-red.
Jessica's crew went about getting her ready for the Express. Her smile fell as her sadness built again. As she pulled her train, she felt her firebox clogging up.
"Driver, I've got a so stuffy firebox," she said at the last station. ACHOO-SHOO! She sneezed loudly as the passengers got off. "Can you dry my tears, Driver?" she said, feeling them come to her eyes. She began to cry, wailing loudly and sniffling with every breath. Her face was wet with tears.
Jessica's driver climbed onto her running board, to comfort her. "There, there, Jessica," he said, pulling out a cloth from his pocket and drying her tears. "Remember what I said before. Just cry into cotton waffle hanky. Let it all out.". He rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped her tear filled eyes, comforting her in his way.
Jessica let out another wailing sob, a torrent of fresh tears welling up. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her sobs and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as she wept non-stop and let her driver comfort her.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I care deeply about you, so let the tears flow until you find relief and comfort. I'm here for you, to dry your eyes.". He held the cloth to her eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.
Jessica's wailing sobs went on until she had no more tears to cry. 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. Her face was all red and her eyes were flame-red and puffy from her crying spell, but she smiled a little while. Her crew gave her a drink, then they went on with their day.
Jessica's therapy with Dr. Tom came.
"How's our Jessica today?" he asked.
"Dreadfully sad," she replied. "I sneezed on my passengers after I pulled the Express. I had a dreadfully stuffy firebox and couldn't help it." "Can you dry my tears, Driver?" she added, then directed her words to Dr. Tom again. "Sneeze and recieve abuse was the way it was when I was a baby engine." Jessica burst into her wailing sobs as she began to cry, huge tears dripping and pouring from her eyes, leaving her face covered in thick tears. She sniffled, long and loud, unable to speak.
Dr. Tom said, "I love how you cry so deeply, Jessica. Go ahead and cry as long as you want. If sadness falling down your face is what you need, therapy's safe to let it all out."
Jessica's driver was on her buffers. "There, there, Jessica. Just let it all out, because here's a safe place to feel how you feel, as he said. So, I'm here with your cotton waffle hanky," he said, as he softly dried her tears. He gently rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped her streaming eyes.
Jessica wailed endlessly, until she had no more tears left to cry. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes dry of tears, then her therapy session went on. She smiled, as she felt better for a little while, though her face was red and her eyes were flame-red and swollen from her weeping.
Therapy ended and Jessica's crew gave her a drink, then they went on with the rest of their day. Jessica wailed herself to sleep in her shed, with Thomas giving her a buffer press as her driver comforted her. After she went to sleep, her driver left with the sodden cloth as Thomas went to his berth.
A/N Jessica may feel only sadness, not have it mixed with something else that makes her crying loud. Quieter sobs instead of wailing, but otherwise, her crying spells with be unchanged until the recovery chapter.