Blank Autopsy Report Novels & Stories

When my mother and Yvonne came rushing to the station, I was already lying in the coffin. My mother pleaded and pleaded with her colleague. In the end, they relented and opened the lid. When she saw my rotting corpse, her eyes went red. Then, she said tremulously, "Where's the report? Give me the report!" "My condolences, Melanie." The forensic doctor handed a report to my mother. She took it and went through the report. It showed who the victim's next of kin was.

He didn't know the queer information he might meet in it about the Tyronimic and that was enough to cause him trouble. He slowly flipped open the cover onto the front page. On it he saw; A COMPREHENSIVE REPORT FROM: Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute. ON: Defunct Bodies of Three Tyronimics. TO: The Chamber of Duties - and conceivably any individual in relation to the Chamber who isn't a mere member of the public. As he was about flipping to the second page after going through the content of the first, Constable Marger Whayte knocked on his door and came in with dazzling, crisp white papers with jet black inks inscribed on it in tiny words in her hands.

"That's not an answer." "No." Evelyn nodded slowly. "It isn't." She reached into the photograph album. From between two pages, she carefully removed a folded medical report. The paper looked ancient. Fragile. Handled countless times. "This is." She placed it on the table. Nobody touched it immediately. The document seemed strangely ordinary considering the weight Evelyn attached to it. Damian eventually unfolded the first page. Hospital records. Laboratory results. Medical observations. Most of it looked incomprehensible. Then he reached the final section.

"I investigated further to only know that the doctor's sign on these papers were fraudulent. This doctor died 10 years back....." Ethan looks at the man with narrowed eyes. "Speak clearly. What is the meaning of this?" The man sighs before continuing. "What we were shown is a lie Mr Lockwood. Here...these are the true medical reports." The person offers the papers to Ethan ,and his eyes run over the words hungrily. Patient name: Vivian Klein A laparatomy was conducted at 3:09pm to examine the health of the internal organs,and to measure any injury caused after the incident.

When Zhedya’s breathing evened out again, Ian typed a quick message with trembling fingers. I want to look into the Nicholas Chan autopsy report. The inconsistencies. He hit send, the glow of the screen illuminating his determined, fearful face in the dark. The line was crossed. There was no going back now.

My sister and I stood against the wall of the interrogation room. Bella kept her head lowered. She watched Mom unravel before our eyes, yet she didn’t step forward. We simply held hands. Dad was led into the mediation room next door. A police officer entered and handed him a document. “The autopsy reports are out. Raiden Stone has indeed died from an intracranial bleeding. Annabella Stone died from excessive blood loss.” Dad’s hands tightened around the papers, causing the pages to crumple beneath his grip.

As soon as the door closed, a hand stretched back from the passenger seat, holding out a brown envelope. I took the envelope without a word, tore open the flap, and took out the contents. The first photo was Vanessa's lifeless body dangling from the ceiling, her head tilted unnaturally to the side, hair hanging over her face. The second one was her humiliation in the facility’s cafeteria, then came the third, the fourth, the fifth… all showing how messed up Vanessa was. Then came her medical report. I unfolded it carefully. “Patient Name: Vanessa Buckman” “Age: 49”

But it was noted down toward the bottom that her occupation involved gathering raw supplies for medicinal purposes. It was terribly sad that someone so young had lost their life so suddenly. When I got to the officer’s report on the case, that’s when my confusion set in. Naturally, the coroner’s section was still left blank at this time. But from what had been written down, according to eye-witnesses at the scene. Elana had been ‘drained’. My brows pulled together in total puzzlement. What the hell did they mean by that? I got up from my seat and stepped back over to the examination table. I pulled back the thin sheet and got my first real look at Elana. My eyes grew wide as my jaw dropped.

His hair looked a bit messy from running his hands through it too many times. Her files were open in front of him. He scrolled through pictures, scanned documents, read paragraphs twice. Every now and then, he stopped and leaned back, eyes narrowed. The death certificate looked normal at first glance. Then he noticed the bottom corner had a faint mark. Almost like it had been stamped twice. Two circles overlapping a little. “That is odd,” he muttered. He checked the police report next. It was short. Much shorter than it should have been for a sudden death. The part where the officer was supposed to write his full statement was blank.

"I understand your concerns, Aries. An autopsy can provide us with more information about your mother's passing. Regarding the fingertips, we can examine them for any DNA evidence or fingerprints that might be relevant to the investigation." I leaned forward, my voice shaking with determination. "I want to see the person's fingertips. I want to know who killed my mom. Can you make sure that's part of the autopsy?" Dr. Ryan nodded sympathetically. "I'll make sure to include that in the autopsy request. However, Aries, I need to prepare you for the possibility that the autopsy might not reveal anything conclusive. Sometimes, even with an autopsy, the cause of death can be unclear, and we might