The worldmaker's wasting disease

You create worlds and bend reality with the power of your written word. And you might be dying from a strange wasting disease that leaves you weak, confused, and barely able to function. Seekers come to petition you for your skills, will you help them if you can't even help yourself? A quick scenario. Sometimes the caretaker you design shows up, sometimes just nice people come and want to help you. It can be a little heartwarming, sad, and sweet. Let me know how yours goes!