Demanding a Dead Man's Kidney for Love

Six months after I died, Serena Beckett came back to the cemetery looking for me.

The wind blowing was cold and biting. I floated above my grave, watching her charge over in her high heels, her face pale and ashen.

"Jason Shaw! Get out here!"

She shoved aside a staff member trying to stop her and dug her nails deep into my photo on the tombstone.

"William Clark needs a kidney right now. You're going to donate it, whether you want to or not! What kind of stunt is this? Hiding here and playing dead?"

I was still smiling in the photo. It was taken three years ago, when Serena finally agreed to go on a date with me. She had said my smile looked goofy, but she made me keep the picture anyway.

Now, that smile probably looked mocking to her.

"Ms. Beckett, please calm down. Mr. Shaw really passed away six months ago. You can see the tombstone—"

"Why should I?" Serena, with bloodshot eyes, whipped her head around. "That spineless coward can't even kill a chicken, and yet he'd dare to die? Don't make me laugh!"

She suddenly raised her foot and kicked hard at the stone platform where tokens of remembrance were laid out. A bouquet of flowers fell to the ground.

"Jason! I'm telling you, William can't wait much longer! If you don't show yourself today, I'll make Tina experience the agony of waiting for death!"

I felt my heart twist painfully.

Tina Shaw was my 20-year-old sister who had been suffering from uremia for three years.

"She's scheduled for a transplant surgery next week, isn't she?" Serena laughed coldly, pulling out her phone from her bag. "Tell me—if I were to call the hospital now, cancel the surgery, and discontinue her medication…"

"Don't!" I lunged forward instinctively, but my hand went right through her.

Of course, she couldn't hear me.

Because right now, I was just a ghost.

"Ms. Beckett, you can't do this!"

The staff member who had tried to stop Serena earlier rushed over, stepping in front of her. "Mr. Shaw really is gone. He had complications from a liver donation surgery six months ago. They couldn't save him—"

A hard slap landed right on the staff member's face.

"Who do you think you are, lecturing me?" Serena barked, her gaze fierce. "You're all in on this scam together, aren't you? How much did he pay you?"

"It's the truth…" the young staff member said, his voice trembling as he covered his face.

"The surgery records, the death certificate—they're all there. You can check."

"What's there to check?" Serena snapped, her finger practically jabbing his nose.

"Go back and tell Jason he has three days. I'll give him three days, no more than that. If he doesn't show up at Central Hospital to donate his kidney in three days, Tina won't be coming out of that operating room alive!"

With that, she turned and left. Her high heels clicked against the cobblestones, sharp and cold, like blades scraping against bone.

I floated there in a daze, watching her figure grow smaller and smaller.

The staff member slowly straightened up, then turned to look at a smaller tombstone in the far corner of the cemetery.

He sighed and muttered quietly, "It's such a shame… Tina's gone too. Her condition suddenly got worse, and she didn't make it.

"First, the older brother died, then the younger sister. How does a whole family just…"

I didn't catch the rest of what he said. Or rather, I couldn't hear him anymore.

The wind seemed to pick up, swirling the dead leaves on the ground up into the sky.

I was forced to follow Serena into the car, and we sped off.

It had been six months.

When I died, she didn't come to see me, and she didn't know when Tina passed either.

Now, she came looking for me just to make me give a kidney to her precious William. She even used my sister's life to threaten me.

What Serena didn't know was that Tina's life had slowly drained away, night after night, while she was waiting for a kidney donor.