A/N Jessica's not truly suicidal, as those who are truly suicidal don't cry. They're too depressed to cry. Crying depression's milder depression.
Jessica woke up so sad. Her crew came and she said, "Can you dry my tears, Driver?", then began to cry and wail loudly, so hard her face was covered in thick tears. To any who wipes the tears from my eyes or ever has, I appreciate you, she thought as she sniffled, long and loud.
Jessica's driver climbed on her buffer beam to do just that. "There, there, Jessica," he said, as he pulled out a cloth from his pocket to softly dry her tears. "I haven't known you that long, but I care so much about you. I want you to cry, because I know it calms you and helps you think. Just let it all out, because I've got your soft cotton waffle hanky. I wish I could wipe your sadness, so I shall wipe your eyes. You've got my support in your pain, so sob away." He listened attentively and tried to understand how she felt, as he rubbed her cheeks and wiped her eyes.
Jessica cried some more, wailing sobs as hard as she could. She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her sobs and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as huge tears poured from her eyes, not once stopping and let her driver offer his comfort.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I'm not afraid of crying and emotions. I just want to be supportive and understanding, using my own powerful emotions to connect with others. I know what it's like to be overwhelmed by emotions, so I shall just dry your eyes.". He held the cloth to her eyes, letting her sob into it and wiped all her tears away as best he could, showing empathy and compassion, doing his best to reassure her without being overbearing, just patiently listening and supporting her and being empathetic without being pushy and intrusive.
Jessica cried and wailed as hard and loud as ever she could, until she had no more tears to cry. 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 and her fireman gave her some inspiration he thought of. Then, they went on with their day. Her face was all red and her eyes were flame-red and puffy.
Jessica pulled her first train, then began to cry and wail again after finding Thomas crying and pressing her buffers against his. "Can you dry my tears, Driver?" she said at the last station, knowing she was about to cry. Her eyes filled with tears and overflowed and she sniffled long and loud.
A rude diesel at the station said, "Jessica the biggest cry-engine on Sodor. If I could pull the Express, I'd never shed a tear, yet you can't go a day without bawling like a firehose."
Jessica's driver was on her buffer beam to offer his comfort. "There, there, Jessica. Let it all out. I'm here for you, just to dry your tears and let you feel how you feel," he said, drying her tears with a cloth. He rubbed her sodden cheeks and wiped her wet eyes, listening attentively and trying to understand how she felt, just showing empathy and compassion without being pushy or over-intrusive.
Jessica's heartfelt wailing sobs kept on 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 his comfort.
He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I wish I could wipe your sadness, so I shall wipe your eyes. Just cry into your hanky, because you've got my support. I love to wipe your eyes.". He pressed the cloth to her eyes, for her to sob into and wiped all her tears away as best could, trying to provide reassurance without being overbearing, patiently listening and supporting her in pain.
Jessica's tears came in torrents, not once stopping until she could weep no more. Her driver dried her last tears away, patting the stray huge water droplets from her cheeks and dapping tears in her eyes away until they were dry. He went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Her face was red and her sore and swollen eyes were as well. Her crew gave her a drink from a mobile water tank and she then shunted Thomas to the water column because he needed a drink, just as much as she had, telling him "I'm an empath, so if I find you in tears, as your friend, I shall cry with you, Thomas.".
The rude diesel had told Thomas, "You should be scrapped like your siblings, your old coaches and your dead engine friends who aren't at Sodor Railway Museum, including your loves, Ashima and Rosie. You're a useless little tank engine, an outdated old kettle, just a worthless waste of steam.", which led to him bawling his eyes out, so the diesel said, "You're also a cry-engine.". He sniffled, long and loud, his face wet with huge, thick tears as his driver went to comfort him.
Thomas's driver went to comfort his engine. "There, there Thomas," he said, pulling out a cloth from his pocket and softly drying his engine's tears. "Don't listen to that bully engine. Let those tears get out. I want you to cry whenever you hurt, so you can find the relief of a good cry. Sob away. Just let it all out.". He gently rubbed his engine's cheeks and wiped his teary eyes, listening attentively to recognize his values and pick up on his cues.
Thomas cried more, fresh tears filling his eyes. He sniffled again, hard, coughed as he choked on his wailing sobs and hiccupped. He gasped and gulped, shaking as the tears poured from his eyes, not once stopping and let his driver comfort him.
He said, as he continued to wipe the tears away, "Feel how you feel. No judgment from me, just caring and compassion. Your emotion's valid. I'm here for you, not to fix your mood, just to dry your eyes, so just sob into your hanky until you feel better." He held the cloth to his engine's eyes and wiped all his tears away as best he could.
Thomas wept non-stop until he could no longer cry. His driver dried his last tears away, blotting any huge water droplets from his cheeks and eyes until they were dry. He went back to the cab with the sodden cloth and then Jessica shunted her friend to the water column. After she told him about being an empath, he said, "That rude diesel made me bawl my eyes out."
Jessica had her therapy with Dr. Tom.
"How are you today, Jessica?" he asked.
"So sad," she said. She made the saddest whistle sound."I've just got no hope. If I wasn't a Really Useless Engine, I wouldn't have had horrible abuse from my first driver." She asked her Sodor driver, "Can you dry my tears, Driver?" and then began to cry, wailing loudly.
Dr. Tom said, "Brilliant, Jessica. I love that you cry deeply. Sadness falling down your face is what I want in my therapy."
Jessica's driver went to her buffer beam and said, as he pulled out a cloth from his pocket, "I'm here to dry your tears, so wail away. Let it all out, as this is a time and place to just feel how you feel," he said, rubbing her cheeks and wiping tears from her eyes.
Her fireman said, "The waterfall of tears that goes from your heart to coming out of your eyes tells how much pain you've had."
Jessica wept and wailed, as hard and loud as ever she could, her tears slowing to a stop only when she could weep no more. Her driver dried her last tears away, wiping her cheeks and eyes until they were dry. He went back to the cab with the sodden cloth and the session went on. Her face was bright red and her eyes were flame-red and puffy.
Jessica said, "I've shed a great many tears into my soft cotton waffle hanky, the most recent time before now being when I cried with my friend Thomas. He was dreadfully unhappy, so his tears triggered my own."
The session came to an end, eventually and Jessica, along with her crew and Dr. Tom, went on with their respective days.
The day ended with Jessica wailing herself to sleep in her shed with her driver drying her tears as Thomas pressed his buffers against hers.
A/N Jessica, in addition to her milder depression, is extremely sensitive, so I made her an empath."Relax, slump, look down, take huge deep breaths, keep you mouth open, ignore your surroundings, let your mind drift off, take more huge breaths and exhale with a long loud ahhhhh sound." When Jessica feels like crying, she does all of this but slump, letting herself cry freely. To the driver, the cloth he has for his respective engine to cry into's their hanky.