[ WP ] An organ donor dies and discovers their ghost tethered to the people who received the harvested organs , only to realize that they need to protect their hosts from supernatural threats to continue their afterlife .

One second Jamie was enjoying the comforts of heaven, sipping on a divine mug of hot chocolate which was as smooth and airy as the clouds he was sitting on. The next, he was jerked back down into a void. Slowly, details began to clear up, shapes became more visible. 
 
 He was back on Earth. In a hospital more precisely. There lying on the bed was a young man. Unconscious, with huge stitches on his torso. Jamie was surprised to find himself there, but soon floated along until he got closer to the bedside. There were notes, doctors notes. He tried to pick then up, but found himself unable to. On the front page however it was clear to see that the man had just received a transplant. A liver transplant from a Mr. J Woodman. 
 
 Jamie Woodman. He had never expected this when he had filled out the donor card application. Did every dead person who donated an organ get to see this? He began smiling, it was truly the best he had ever felt in his life. Thanks to him, this man had a new lease at life. 
 
 That's when he noticed them. Silvery shadows hovering around the walls, watching the man in the bed. They did n't seem to notice him, if they did they did n't care. They looked fairly human in structure, outlines of facial features easily visible. What disturbed him was the dark red gap they all seemed to have, exactly where there liver should be. 
 
 The looks on their faces. They seemed hungry, as if waiting to rush in and eat the man. As if reading his thoughts, one of the figures rushed towards him and Jamie found himself firing a small bolt of electricity in the creatures direction. It howled, thrashing about on the floor. He jumped on top of it, grabbing it by the neck. 
 
 `` What are you?'' 
 
 `` Just let me have him. Please I want to be whole, I lost mine, I was weak,'' the creature muttered. 
 
 `` Have him for what?'' 
 
 `` His liver. I donated mine, and my donor had his stolen. Stolen by them.'' 
 
 `` Them?'' Jamie asked, curious as to what was happening. 
 
 `` The shadows. The silver shadows took his liver, and now I need to find a new one. Please let me have him.'' 
 
 `` You just told me what would happen if I gave you him. You're not very smart are you?'' he asked, laughing a little despite the situation. 
 
 `` Please.'' 
 
 `` Nope, in fact here have this,'' he said, Shanklin the shadow with iron restraints that he made appear from thin air. 
 
 The other shadows backed away, clearly scared of sharing the same fate. The hungry look in their eyes was still present, but Jamie understood now. This was a battle for his humanity, one he could n't afford to lose. 
 
 That was five years ago. Every day since then, Jamie watched the man day and night, fighting off any shadows that tried to approach him. Eventually they got the idea that he was n't to be messed with, and they gave up for the most part. Jamie kept on his toes, he did n't know exactly how this had happened or why, but he needed to complete this. He needed to go back to heaven. He had n't even finished his mug of hot chocolate. 
 
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