Blank Autopsy Report Novels & Stories

Even the printed hospital stamp had been partially obliterated. “Discharge date is there,” Rhett said quietly, “but notice—no time of death. No attending signature for the infant’s case. That’s not an oversight. That’s deliberate.” Magnolia’s hand covered her mouth. “There should be a birth weight,” Savannah said, flipping another page. “There’s a line for it, but it’s just… blank.” Rhett nodded grimly. “I checked three different archives. The file’s identical in each one. Someone made sure the same redacted copy was everywhere.”

Leonard tore himself away and headed straight for the pathology lab. "Is the autopsy report ready?" The doctor stared at the screen with growing confusion. "Leonard, that's a strange thing. The composition of this body is… not normal."

*** Later that day, I held the photocopied autopsy result in my hands and saw some new things that weren't in the first one I got from the hospital. Why was that so? My sleeves were rolled up and my laptop was on, but the work I was supposed to do remained untouched. I drowned myself in a glass of scotch which usually soothed me. Tonight, it burned my throat. The accident report, directly from the hospital, sat open in front of me, shining with secrets no one knew about. Andrea's mother died in an accident, but an autopsy was carried out on her, which was natural because she didn't die until she got to the hospital, so tests were run on her to discover the cause of her death.

“Womanly stuff. She’ll be fine. Sorry, I was distracted.” “It doesn't matter.” I rotate my laptop to show him what I've been looking at. “The report you brought me is the sanitized version Charles was talking about.” “That's what they gave me. I asked for all the information they had on the autopsy. All of it.” I’m almost disappointed in whoever was behind this. “They weren't even smart about covering things up, were they?” “What do you mean?” “Read over the report. Carefully. Tell me, what did they miss?” I sit back in my chair, watching his eyes scan the screen. He's typically good at picking up on the minor details. Then again, he may not have read over the report before giving it to me.

“I see. Thank you.” Richard nodded and turned to leave, closing the door softly behind him. I picked up the first file and uncapped my pen, signing it quickly. As I reached for the second file, something else caught my attention. A brown envelope, tucked neatly between two folders. It didn’t look like something meant for signing. Frowning slightly, I pulled it free. My breath caught. It was the autopsy report. The one Dr. Dan had handed me during the anniversary. My pulse spiked. How did this get here?

The screen cast a dim glow on her face as she pulled up the file. "Evelyn Scott. Admitted three years ago. Advanced neurological decline. Last evaluation recorded..." she paused, frowning. "What?" Cheryl asked. Dr. Lin’s brows knitted together. "This is strange... There's no final entry." "What does that mean?" I demanded. "When a patient passes, the attending physician usually writes a closing statement. But there’s nothing here. No time of death. No attending physician listed. Just a blank space." A cold sensation crept down my spine.

Villalba pulled out a dusty file and opened it on the table. “Here’s the report. The autopsy was done months ago, right after intake. No one followed up because no one claimed the body. And what they found… contradicts a lot of what was assumed.” He flipped through the pages carefully. “The report notes an extra dose of morphine, yes… but that’s not what killed him.” I stared at him, holding my breath. “Then what did?” Villalba picked up a small evidence bag with remnants of undissolved pills.

“Thank you. I’ll look into it.” --- At the federal office, Nathan explained his situation. A staff member scolded him harshly. “You’re too late. What were you doing six months ago?” “The body has already been cremated, and the perpetrator has been executed. There’s no way to identify the deceased now. However, based on the autopsy report, we can share some details: the victim was a 22-year-old female, wore a red dress, had long hair, and weighed around 90 pounds. That’s all. You can leave now.”

Alex whispered again. Liam, who happened to see Alex and Victoria whispering, felt that his two friends knew something he didn't. "Do you know something?" Liam asked looking at Alex and Victoria. "No, nothing," Alex replied quickly. "We're just curious about the case," Victoria added calmly. "Alright, then let's listen to Lea's explanation," Liam said as he distracted them. Lea continued with her explanation of the autopsy results. She said that the victim had died from excessive blood loss. She also said that there were no traces of DNA or fingerprints on the victim's body. She also said that there were no signs of resistance or violence on the victim's body.

Although my feelings were already a thing of the past to me, the agonizing pain of being torn apart by zombies was still etched deep in my soul. Out of the blue, Jeffrey jumped out of bed and began frantically searching for something. He rummaged through every corner, even under the bed. In the end, he found a metal box, which I had kept hidden for three years, in a crack in the bricks in a corner. He smashed the lock open, and a stack of hospital reports fell out, along with a half-written will. I watched as he flipped through each and every report. The very final one wrote, "Multiple organ failure due to unknown causes. Estimated life expectancy: Less than a month."