Blank Autopsy Report Novels & Stories

“If the refrigeration system struggled or the embalming chemicals reacted, that would have finished the job. Nothing supernatural here, just chemistry at work.” He gave a small shrug, almost amused. “Consider your missing corpse crisis explained.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My shoulders eased. “It could work,” I said. “But I would like to know what the hell happened. It’s not natural,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Don’t worry. My men and I will conduct a thorough analysis. As for the test results… they’re confidential.” He snapped the report shut. “My help goes no further.”

Maybe he should contact the forensic doctor again to find out his opinion on the cause of Alma's death and the murder weapon used by the perpetrator. "Charles, this is Tyler." "Hey Tyler, I think you've forgotten that you still have a stash of corpses here." Charles laughed heartily on the other side. In contrast to Tyler's condition, which is now very gloomy. "I never forget it. That's precisely why I contacted you." "Are you going to cremate her?" "Not yet. What is the result? Alma Emerson's autopsy report." "I checked again yesterday. Figuring out things I might have missed during the first check. And yesterday I got the result that Alma probably died from being hit by someone using a lar

"Sir, this is a confidential document sent via an urgent local courier service. The sender's name isn't listed, but it says that only you can sign it in person." Timothy opened his eyes and gestured for Shelly to open it. "Ah!" Shelly's face turned pale when she pulled out the stack of papers. She asked in shock, "Tim, w-what is this? This is scary!" Timothy frowned. At the very top of the papers was an official document from the Forensic Examination Center. It was an autopsy report, and I was listed as the deceased. Timothy's eyes widened in shock, and he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

The text finalized the proof that would destroy my life. The investigator's text read: "I found the medical anomalies. The kid is a ghost."

Signs of a struggle, drained mostly of blood, with trace amounts of an unidentifiable chemical that caused temporary paralysis. Cilyna remembered the day she looked at the updated list to find Katie's name at the top. The police report she procured, stated that an Uber driver was going to pick her up from a bar only when he had arrived her body was lying in an alley beside the pub. The driver stated that he walked up to her to see if she were alright only when she tried to respond she was gurgling on her own blood. Her throat had been ripped out. She died before they could get her to the hospital. The autopsy report confirmed the same unidentifiable chemical in her system, only a higher quan

“I’m confirming.” He stepped closer. “So confirm faster.” I finally glanced over my shoulder at him. “You don’t rush things like this.” “I don’t like waiting.” “That’s your weakness.” His jaw tightened. I turned back to the screen. “Dr. Adrian Vale,” I said calmly. “Declared dead six years ago. Official cause—cardiac arrest.” “That matches what I said,” Blake replied. “Yes.” “But?” “There’s no body.” Silence. Then— “What?” Blake said. “No autopsy report. No burial records. No next of kin claiming the remains.”

“You can sign the release form if you plan to make arrangements.” I nodded slowly. “And the autopsy… can I see the report?” “It’s… still being processed for final archiving,” he said carefully. “But I can give you a summary copy. It confirms cardiac arrest, no external trauma, and traces of elevated catecholamines. That's stress hormones.” “Stress hormones?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes. “Was she under any stress?” “Not that we could tell,” he said and then looked up at me. “She’s in the hospital morgue, downstairs. If you’d like, I can have one of the nurses take you there to see her.”

And Ethan was beside her, holding her as if he was comforting her. And their conversation? It seemed to be an interesting one, judging by the look on their faces. I leaned in, aiming to hear what they are saying. “I understand how important the results are for you, Miss Moore. But you also have to understand that we follow principles in this hospital” The pathologist responded, heading over some files to Ivy. “The autopsy can not be performer on the marrow you provided. We ran the test on it to check if the tissues and everything was okay to proceed with the autopsy but it was Negative. We can't run a brutal attack check on the remains!”

“Keep the phone. Give it to whoever Zane’s got for your online security. I’ve got other phones.” “Thank you.” I blinked, then closed my eyes just for a moment, seeing the dead poppy garden behind my eyelids. “I need to go,” I said and put his phone in my purse. “One more thing, please.” He reached into another pocket and drew out a slip of paper. “Please, give this to Zane.” I looked at the paper. He smiled and unfolded it so I could read: Autopsy Report #49398XVB. “What is this?” I took the paper.