Blank Autopsy Report Novels & Stories

Nothing useful came up. She changed the search terms, but still found nothing. She tried an archived database she'd used years ago. A result appeared, and she leaned forward. The designation on the logistics sheet appeared there too. Her pulse quickened, and then she opened another record and went through a few more. She found an autopsy summary among the linked records, and she stopped for a second. She read it once, then again. “Multiple organs not accounted for?” she muttered. She checked the corresponding transplant registry entry. Nothing, no explanation.

Ashley asked "That signature, it looks forged" she said Adrian turned to look at Carolina "Why'd they need an autopsy if it was suicide? Something feels off. I know an autopsy is normal but why was that the first thing and why would they show you? Isn't it supposed to be a private report?" Carolina said Ashley looked at Adrian, processing all that "Now that you said it" Ashley said. Adrian paused, his eyes narrowed, he had seen that signature somewhere. It looked too familiar.

There is nothing to be done. The cause of death, according to the preliminary report that will be finalized and sealed within seventy-two hours: cardiac. Same as Moreau. I read the report three times. The first time is fast—the way you read something you're afraid of, skipping ahead to the conclusion to see if your worst fear is confirmed. Cardiac. No suspicious circumstances. Investigation concluded.

He was one of my people, bound by loyalty to a dead man and the daughter he left behind. ​I gave a slow nod, unable to speak as I watched his hands. He walked around his dark oak desk, the quiet sound of his leather shoes sliding against the floorboards. He pulled open the heavy bottom drawer. From the depths of the wooden box, he withdrew a thick brown envelope. ​My gaze locked onto the dark ink printed across the front. The words Autopsy Report stood out in stark, brutal lettering, and just above them, nestled in the upper left corner, was the name that had governed my entire life, Larry Vance.

"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."

“Emily cried at his funeral. I was mad at him for a while, and didn't come back home until I heard he was terribly sick..” Stella’s jaw clenched. “That woman is a monster.” “I didn’t want to believe it,” I said. “I needed to believe at least one adult in my life was honest.” Stella didn’t speak. She just sat beside me, her shoulder touching mine. Minutes passed. Then Logan returned. His face was pale. My heart dropped before he even spoke. “What?” I asked. “The original autopsy report is missing from the hospital archives.” My breath caught. “Missing?”

Her eyes raced down the lines. Name. Date. place. Cause. Her eyes drifted down. She held her breath. One minor adjustment. Easy to overlook. The original report said: The body has not been recovered. The revised document read: Body Status: Presumed deceased. Stephanie's hands were ice cold. She looked at the word. Presumed. Unreleased. Unverified, but Presumed. It was hurting so much that her now pounding heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

While she was losing her mind, I pointed at the victim’s body and said calmly, “The lungs show significant congestion and edema, but lack the alveolar expansion typical of drowning, indicating the victim was already dead before entering the water. “While there are no obvious external injuries, the autopsy revealed blunt-force trauma to the abdomen with minor internal organ rupture, confirming this was a homicide.” As soon as I finished, Yvette swayed on her feet like she was almost collapsing. The incident blew up online, skyrocketing to the top of the trending list. The livestream chat exploded.

The autopsy report arrived and I wanted everyone to know that I'd been speaking the truth all along! I tore the envelope open and spread out the report. My eyes widened in disbelief. This can't be true.. "What does it say, Annabel?" Nathan asked me. As for Scott, he was less concerned. It felt like he'd zeroed his mind on me completely. I could never make him think of his father as a murderer. Words failed me. I could not say anything. Nathan took the report from me. "It's exactly what the doctor said," he announced, "She had a heart attack!"