He Wanted Me Dead, Then He Went Crazy.

**Chapter 1**

I sat in the hospital, listening to the doctor's question.

"Ms. Hayes, are you certain you want to donate all your organs?"

"Yes, I am."

The words slipped out, followed by a faint smile, a sense of pure liberation. The doctor paused, then urged again, "Even though the cancer is in its mid-to-late stages, active treatment might prolong your life."

My smile deepened. I shook my head without hesitation. "No need, Doctor. I've been wishing for death every single day. I probably only have about a month left. When that day comes, I'll notify the hospital in advance.