Blank Autopsy Report Novels & Stories

“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!”

They pushed through the autopsy room doors, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting them immediately. Ezra stood by the table, a file in his hand. He looked up as they approached, his expression serious. “You’re here,” he said, handing the report to John. John took it, his eyes scanning quickly. Evelyn stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the pages. Ezra didn’t wait. “There’s severe internal damage,” he explained, his tone steady. “Bruising deep enough to tear tissue.” He pointed to a section on the report. “And this...” he tapped it lightly, “...a dent in the skull. Strong enough to kill.”

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Brianna protested. “I do not agree Mum, we can’t wait any longer” Arianna vocalized. “Okay then, what do you both wanna know?” Brianna asked. “Everything!” Brian said sharply, he apologized for the tone in whole he spoke thereafter. “I should start from the savage murder right?” Brianna asked. “Yes Mum” Arianna replied. “Okay, about that, autopsy says there’s no medical condition nor theory to back up the state in which the body was found,” Brianna remarked.

I looked up at him to find his blue eyes go dark blue with undisguised rage and contempt that I visibly shook. He scoffed and threw another file right at the table in front of me. “That’s not all. Keep looking,” Confused, I picked up the second folder, and the first thing that came into my line of vision almost made me pass out. “What is this?” My voice shook, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off the data in front of me. The document held gory images of the accident scene and various forensic reports. It read, Subject A: ELIZABETH GREYSON

The same smile that had held my hand during thunderstorms. The same smile that had promised we'd get a bigger apartment someday. The same smile that was now just ash and memory. My throat tightened. I swallowed the grief which tasted like bile..and kept reading. Sometimes I wonder how I haven't cried yet. The file was organized by date. The initial report. The witness statements. The forensic analysis. The autopsy results. I flipped past the pages I'd already seen, the details I'd already memorized, and focused on the notes Detective Cross had added in the margins.

Every document stamped and signed. Bruce rubbed his forehead. “Then why are your accounts still active?” Something felt off. He read for another hour, scanning every detail, every line. Then, in one short paragraph, he found it. And immediately wished he hadn’t. His eyes locked onto a line in the burial report. He read it again, then checked the other documents. Each one said the same thing. Over and over. The report listed the grave, the cemetery, the date—everything except the body. Bruce sat up fast. His pulse started hammering.

"All of her questions were about me, I wasn't going to bring up her grandfather until I had answered them. Any more issues about my personal life that we need to resolve before we discuss what you called me down here for?" Daniel huffed and crossed his arms. Jai threw the two files across the freshly-sanitized steel medical examination table. Cain reached across and grabbed them both, eyeing Jai warily as he read the contents of the folders under the harsh, bright lighting of the autopsy room. Cain took a deep breath as he read the line that had been highlighted by Jai. He closed the first folder and opened the other only to read nearly the same result. "What does this mean?" Jai asked solem