A/N In the end, which is a few chapters away, the meanies will be punished. My FanFiction buddy who likes Hurt/Comfort's why I'm keeping them around until the end.
Jessica woke up feeling so sad. Her crew came and she said, "Can you dry my tears, Driver?" and then began to cry, wailing loudly. Huge water droplets were dripping and pouring from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks to the point her face was wet with tears. She sniffled, long and loud, overwhelmed with her depression.
Thomas pressed his buffers tight against hers, once he had any steam to do so.
Jessica's driver comforted her. "There, there, Jessica," he said, pulling out a cloth from his pocket. "I've got your cotton waffle hanky right here. Let it all out. I wish I could wipe your sadness, so I shall wipe your eyes. Just go ahead and cry.". He rubbed her cheeks and wiped her eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she felt.
Jessica let out another wailing sob, fresh tears welling up. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her tears and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, her tears not once stopping as her driver comforted her.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I know you're dreadfully unhappy, so I just want to be supportive. Feel how you feel. Cry it out and find the relief a good cry can bring. I'm here for you, not to judge you, just to dry your eyes.". He pressed the cloth to her eyes for her to sob into and wiped all her tears away as best he could, reassuring her and trying not to be overbearing, pushy or intrusive, just patiently listen and support her, giving his empathy and compassion.
Jessica's tears flowed until she could weep no more. 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. Thomas shunted her to the water column and she smiled, but only a little while. Her face was all red and her eyes were flame-red and puffy from her weeping as she pulled her first train.
Jessica's fireman said, "I wish you could be happier, so you could smile without the waterfall of tears. I care so deeply for you, which is why I wipe your pain away with my cotton rags when it's just you and me. It hurts me in my heart when you've got a sodden handkerchief, but I know you hurt so bad."
Jessica pulled her train, then at the last station, as they were unloading her cars, said "Can you dry my tears, Driver?", feeling a crying spell. She then began to cry, wailing loudly as huge tears gushed from her eyes. She kept sniffling, long and loud.
Jessica's driver climbed onto her running board and comforted her. "There, there, Jessica. Remember, I love to wipe your eyes, so here's your cotton waffle hanky," he said, pulling out a cloth from his pocket to softly dry her tears. He gently rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped her tear-filled eyes, comforting her as before.
Jessica continued to cry, fresh tears pouring out of her eyes. She was sniffling hard, coughing, choking on her tears and hiccupping. She gasped and gulped, shaking with wailing sobs as she wept non-stop and let her driver comfort her.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "Remember what I said before, as I dry your eyes. I care about you, so just let it all out.".
Jessica went on wailing until she had no more tears to shed. Her driver dried her last tears away, patting any stray huge water droplets from her cheeks and dapping tears in her eyes away until they were dry, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her face was bright red and so were her sore and swollen eyes, but she smiled, feeling better after crying. The sadness quickly came back, though, as her crew gave her a drink.
Later on, Jessica had her therapy with Dr. Tom.
"How's your day, Jessica?" he asked.
She replied, "I still can't stop crying when my tears fall like rain until I'm completely dry. But a good cry relieves my sadness, briefly. I've shed a great many tears since my first driver's abuse." "Can you dry my tears, Driver?" she said, feeling the moisture building behind her eyes. She began to cry, wailing about her past hurt that never yet fully went away.
Dr. Tom said, "I love how you cry so deeply, Jessica. The sadness falling down your face comes from the depths of your iron heart."
Jessica's driver said, "Cry, Jessica. Let it all out. Here's a safe place to cry whenever you feel the need." as he rubbed her cheeks and wiped the tears from her eyes. He let her sob into her cotton waffle hanky until she had no more tears left and the session went on.
The session ended and Jessica's crew gave her a drink as they all went their ways. Her face was red and her eyes were flame-red and puffy from her tears.
"Cry-engine!" one of the ruder engines said on arrival in the shed that night, as Jessica wailed herself to sleep with her driver's comfort. Her crew left when she fell asleep, her driver with the sodden cloth hanging out his pocket as he left the shed.
A/N In a few chapters, the rude engine's punishment will be covered.