A/N Jessica's not quite suicidal, exactly. Excessive crying means milder depression and, at most, can't find a reason to live, as opposed to truly seeking death.
Jessica woke up wailing. She had a nightmare about her abuse by her first driver. Her crew were notified so they could comfort her. Huge tears kept dripping and pouring from her eyes and she sniffled so much.
Jessica's crew came and her driver climbed onto her buffer beam. "There, there, Jessica," he said, as he pulled out a cloth from his pocket and softly dried her tears. "It's just a nightmare. I wish I could wipe your sadness, so I shall wipe your eyes. Let it all out. You've got my support and understanding.". He gently rubbed her cheeks and wiped her streaming eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she felt.
Thomas, who was just in steam, gave her a buffer press.
Jessica cried some more, her wailing sobs still coming. 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 offer comfort.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "Just cry. I'm here for you, to dry your eyes, so go ahead and sob into your hanky. Take all the time you need. Feel how you feel. Because I'm connected to my powerful emotions, I know what it's like to be overwhelmed by emotion.". He pressed the cloth to her eyes, letting her sob into it and wiped all her tears away as best he could, reassuring her while trying not to be overbearing, patiently listening and supporting her and offering empathy and compassion without being pushy and over-intrusive.
Jessica's tears poured from her eyes, not once stopping, until she could weep no more. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes until they were dry, then went to the cab with the sodden cloth. Then, her fireman said something to inspire her. Her face was all red and her sore, swollen eyes were, too. Thomas shunted his friend to the water column and her crew gave her a drink.
Jessica told Thomas, "I still feel constantly sad, but when I feel like crying, I just want Driver to dry my tears when he's there. He's got my really soft cotton waffle hanky."
Thomas said, "Jessica, I wish you could be happy and enjoy life. I get sad sometimes, but I don't like it when my friends are sad." Then, they parted, Thomas going to his branch line and Jessica pulling her train.
Jessica got to the last station and said, "Can you dry my tears, Driver?" once her train stopped. She began to cry, wailing her heart out. Her face was wet with tears and she sniffled, long and loud.
Her driver went to comfort her. "There, there, Jessica," he said, softly drying her tears with a cloth from his pocket. "Remember what I said before we headed out. I wish I could wipe your sadness, so I shall wipe your eyes. I love to wipe your eyes." . He gently rubbed her cheeks and wiped her weeping eyes, comforting her in his way.
Jessica went on crying and wailing, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. She was sniffling hard, coughing, choking on her tears and hiccupping. She gasped and gulped, shaking with her wailing sobs as huge water droplets streamed from her eyes in a torrent and let her driver offer his comfort.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "You've got the right to cry whenever you want. I'm here for you, just to dry your teary eyes, so let it all out." He held the cloth to her eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could."
A mean engine at the station said, "Cry-engine! Why have you got to bawl so much? Whatever it is, get over it!"
Jessica's tears poured from her eyes, not once stopping until she had no more left to shed. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes dry of tears, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her face was bright red and her eyes were flame-red and puffy. Her crew gave her a drink and then they went on with their day.
Jessica's fireman said, "I know even in depression, crying carries benefits. Like for you, letting the pain in your heart out of your eyes calms you and helps you think.", during her drink.
The time came for Jessica's therapy, Dr. Tom came to her shed, as all the other engines in that shed were doing jobs or parked on some siding to rest.
Dr. Tom asked Jessica, "How are you today?"
Jessica answered, "I never feel anything but dreadfully sad. This morning, I had a nightmare, reliving my first driver's time with me. I can't shake the pain of my abuse.", then "Can you dry my tears, Driver?" and she began to cry, wailing loudly. Her face was covered in thick tears and she was sniffling, long and loud.
Dr. Tom said, "Cry, Jessica. I love you crying deeply, just letting the sadness fall down your face."
Her driver said, "There, there, Jessica. Here's a safe place to feel how you feel, so just let it all out. Sob into your hanky as much as you need, as Dr. Tom encourages tears. I want you to cry, as that's how you feel. ", as he dried her tears with a cloth.
Jessica's tears kept dripping and pouring from her eyes, not once stopping until she had no more to cry. Her driver dried her last tears away, patting stray huge water droplets from her cheeks and dapping tears away from her wet eyes until they were dry, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her face was all red and her sore and swollen eyes were flame-red, as her session went on.
Dr. Tom said at the end of the session, "You're doing very well. Those who cry in my therapy do well and you've shed a great many tears."
Jessica's day went on and at the end, she wailed herself to sleep with her driver's comfort and Thomas pressing his buffers against hers in an engine hug.
A/N Jessica's story will end after her therapy, with the end chapter showing Jessica's true self. She'll be quiet, idealistic, intuitive, insightful, a very sensitive empath, but still cheeky in harmless ways and daydreamy.