The Chief's Dying Daughter

My daughter was rushed to the ER, bleeding heavily after a terrible car crash.

When I reached for the surgical consent form, the head nurse slammed the clipboard shut and pressed her hand firmly against it.

“Hospital policy requires an immediate next-of-kin signature,” she said coldly. “How do we know you’re actually her father?”

I froze in disbelief. “She’s my biological daughter. Why the hell do I need to prove that to you right now?”

“Birth certificates can be faked,” she sneered. “For al