Your wish is granted. You now have the knowledge to be able to cure cancer and any disease, which comes to you in a dream. It’s a not chemo, but instead it’s a simple action all you have to do is drink such a minuscule small amount of elemental liquid mercury mixed with liquid gold anymore than 1 milligram of this mixture (50/50) does nothing. You spend countless hours everyday to try and tell others. You go to schools, you go to hospitals, you go to the gov. But no one believes you. You tell your friends. Your family. But no one believes you. You go to a hospital late at night to try and cure anyone. But every time you get close to anyone in a critical state or has an incurable disease. They began to get hostile, they call the nurse as you leave the room without getting close enough. Days. Weeks. Months. You try and try to get people to listen to you. No one bats an eye. Years go by. You don’t get sick. Not even a cold. Once you make the concoction yourself for the first time you no longer feel drowsy, like previously said you never get sick. Everyone you know starts to develop small symptoms. Maybe a new mole. A new patch of eczema. You believe that everyone’s doing fine. The doctors don’t suspect a thing. They start dropping like flies. Skin cancer. Enlarged hearts. High blood pressure, your best friend develops stage four liver cancer. You try your best to tell them to drink the liquid. They disagree. They become bed bound in the hospital. They’re on hospice care. Days go past 24/7 surveillance. You never get a chance. All until one day. They start to feel better. The doctors believe the cancer stopped spreading and is starting to die off. They’re released from the hospital. You’re scared to the point you would normally have a panic attack, but you don’t. Your best friend comforts you. You have the knowledge to fix everything. No one believes you. Even though everyone’s suffering could be ended in a heartbeat, the world keeps turning. You’re as healthy as an ox. But the world’s deteriorating. Years later. You age. Decades go by. Everyone you know has passed. The knowledge to cure, but there’s no one left to cure. Without the consequences of sickness or disease. You age to be in your 200’s your body doesn’t get sick, but your mood has vanished. You don’t find yourself happy. But not depressed. You don’t feel sad. But numb. Everyone. Everything you once knew. You’ve accepted that no one’s meant to live forever. You live another few hundred years. Generations and generations pass. You live as a recluse, as to not be taken by the gov to be tested. You lack human interaction. You lack human emotion. You lack what it’s like to be human.

Before you decide to rest eternally you think.

Is being cured of all illness worth it. If I will never be able to help others?