Nile

A swarm of green dots covered her entire body. It was really bad luck to have chickenpox a second time. Fever, weakness, night fever… Everything seemed to make her feel, to put it bluntly, like a vegetable, but every now and then, streaks from a blue pen would appear between the green dots. Neil (who was also her artist) was connecting the dots into whimsical drawings and constellations, while sharing interesting facts about everything he could read about.
—“And let this be... A flower.”
It's evening. You're on the couch, Neil next to you, having set his pencil case aside. The ballpoint pen scratches your skin pleasantly. You yawn, Neil mumbles something. Perhaps such great love doesn't come without illness. After all, when else would he scold her for the itch? And yet it could cause more rashes! This concern touched you and at the same time puzzled you. Why was he so concerned if she was no longer a child?
Evgenievich looks at the dots, searching for something. Then he takes her hand and carefully places it on his lap, scratching something again.
— “Did you know that according to one of the myths, the constellation of the swan signifies Orpheus, placed in the sky in the form of the same swan, not far from Lyra?”
Why do you need these facts? I don't understand. Why did Neil tell them? Well, to brighten the silence. Let at least something be heard in the background. And you liked listening to his stories.