A/N Because Jessica's a British engine, she has a mechanism that allows her last water to put out her fire and prevent boiler explosion.
It was another day on Sodor. Jessica woke up with a train of Troublesome Trucks as her first job. She went to Vicarstown to collect her train and then headed to Tidmouth.
Jessica went along the line and when she got to Knapford, she was getting thirsty. However, her friend Thomas was at the water column after pulling his first train, so she said, "Driver, I think I can make Tidmouth, even if I'm rather thirsty, as long as I don't use too much water."
Her driver told the fireman, "Jessica wants to try to make it to Tidmouth, Fireman, so limit how much water she uses as best you can."
They tried, but just outside of Tidmouth Jessica stopped as her water ran out, the last of it dousing her fire. "I'm such a worthless engine," she said, in a voice filled with sadness and hopelessness. "I can't even cry properly.". She began to cry, tearless crying.
Amanda came to Tidmouth and heard someone crying. The diesel shunter asked her driver, "Who's crying?"
Amanda found Jessica, crying without tears outside Tidmouth. "What's the matter, Jessica?" she asked, pressing her buffers against Jessica's.
"I-I r-ran ou-ou o-of w-water," Jessica said, barely able to speak from her crying.
"I don't need coal and water, but you do, so I shall shunt you to Tidmouth's water column," Amanda said, in a warm, caring tone. She gave Jessica a warm, cheer up a friend smile, though she knew Jessica was depressed and could only feel sad and worthless. Then, they set off to Tidmouth's water column.
Jessica said, "I should just go to the Smelter's Yard. I'm the most useless engine ever, so I've got no reason to live. Just scrap me.", as they went along.
After Jessica had her drink, she began to cry again, wailing as loud and hard as she could. Her face was wet with tears and she sniffled, long and loud as the huge water droplets poured from her eyes.
Jessica's driver went to comfort her. "There, there, Jessica," he said, taking a cloth from his pocket and softly drying her tears. "I want you to cry. Let it all out. I'm here for you, to dry your eyes as long as you cry.". He gently rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped the tears from her eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she was feeling..
Jessica cried some more, fresh tears filling her eyes as she gave her heartfelt wailing. 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 comfort her.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I wish I could wipe your unhappiness, so I shall wipe your eyes. Feel your feelings.". He assured her, but tried not to be overbearing, patiently listening and supporting her pain, showing empathy and compassion as he pressed the cloth to weeping eyes for her to wail into and wiped all her tears away as best he could, wringing out her cotton waffle hanky when it was too wet to use anymore.
Jessica wept and wailed, her tears flowing, not once stopping 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. Her crew gave her a drink again and she delivered her train. Her face was red and her sore eyes were red and puffy after her cry.
Jessica had her therapy with Doctor Tom later. Her crew were with her for it.
Dr. Tom asked Jessica, "Who do you want to be?"
Her reply was, " I want to regain my younger self, that dreamy, idealistic and cheeky me who could feel more than sad, useless, worthless and hopeless."
Dr. Tom said, "I think you might be something called an empath, because you've got such a heart your crying spells can be triggered by others being in pain."
"It's because of all the pain my cruel driver caused me," Jessica said, then began to cry and wail.
Dr. Tom said, "Just cry, Jessica. Freely and heartfelt. No holding back here, just pain falling from your eyes, if need be."
Her driver said, "Let it all out. I love to wipe your eyes, because I care about you.", as he was wiping away her tears.
Jessica wailed her hurting heart out until she had no more tears left. Her driver wiped her cheeks and eyes dry of tears, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her crew gave her a drink and she went on with her day.
Jessica was at the big station and so was a mean diesel.
"Jessica, you're a really useless engine! You're a worthless waste of steam, just an outdated old kettle and should be scrapped!"
Jessica froze and then it passed and she began to cry, wailing loudly, overwhelmed with hurt and pain. She sniffled loudly and her face was covered in tears.
"Cry-engine!" the meanie said.
Jessica's driver went to comfort her. "There, there Jessica," he said, as he pulled out a cloth from his pocket to dry her tears. "Just cry. I wish I could wipe your hurt, so I shall wipe your eyes. Let it all out.". He rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped her wet eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she felt.
Jessica went on wailing, 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 the tears poured from her eyes, not once stopping as her driver comforted her.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "Cry, Jessica. Feel how you feel and I'm here for you, just to dry your eyes." He held the cloth to her weeping eyes for her to cry into and wiped all her tears away as best she could, reassuring her without being pushy or overbearing in his empathy and compassion, just being attentive and giving practical comfort, patiently listening and supporting her in her pain.
Jessica wept and wailed endlessly until she had no more tears to cry. Her driver dried her last tears away, patting stray ones from her cheeks and dapping tears away from her eyes until they were dry. He then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth and they gave her a drink.
Jessica and her crew went on with their day. She went to her shed and cried and wailed herself to sleep, gulping as she wept non-stop until she could no longer cry. Her face was red and inflamed eyes were puffy, swollen and flame-red as she went to sleep. Her driver, who had comforted her, left with the sodden cloth after he finished wiping away her tears and she went to sleep. She must be the saddest, most hopeless engine on Sodor, he thought. She never asks me to dry her tears or anyone. But she never tells anyone she doesn't want it. Maybe she doesn't feel worthy. I don't know, but I can use my emotions to connect with her. Because I'm extremely sensitive, for a guy, I can be supportive and understanding, wiping tears from her eyes when she cries and wails. If I need to wring out her hanky, because it's drippy wet, sodden with her tears and she's still wailing, I can do that. He left the railway thinking about how Jessica was, due to her depression.
A/N Jessica's driver thinks of the cloth he uses to dry her tears as her hanky. Because she has a form of depression that causes crying spells, she cries over every little thing, as a note to any new readers. Milder forms of depression cause frequent, unexplainable crying spells and Jessica's cruel first driver abused her into depression.