[Clara watches him from the doorway, her face taught in concern. She's used to this. Artie used to have nightmares after his mother died too. She'd come into his room with a glass of water, turn the light on, and hold him until the fit passed. For the first few months, she'd sometimes stay in his bed the entire night. Angie would sometimes join them, curl up in the bed in the middle of the night.]
I'll get some water.
[She steps backwards a few paces before turning around and walking briskly back to the kitchen. There she fills a tall glass with clear, cold water and then returns to Spock's room. She slowly, almost nervously, crosses the room and stands in from of him before holding out the glass.]
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I'll get some water.
[She steps backwards a few paces before turning around and walking briskly back to the kitchen. There she fills a tall glass with clear, cold water and then returns to Spock's room. She slowly, almost nervously, crosses the room and stands in from of him before holding out the glass.]
Here.