Blank Autopsy Report Novels & Stories

Her eyebrows had been shaped carefully, and her bikini line had been recently waxed, leaving a precise triangle of hair. “Was she wearing make-up?” I asked. “A little lipstick. Some eyeliner.” “I need to sit down,” I said. “And I want to read the post-mortem report.” “I’ll find you an office.” Ten minutes later, I sat alone at a desk, staring at a stack of ring-bound photo albums and folders swollen with statements. Somewhere among them lay the post-mortem report, along with blood work and toxicology results. I picked up the summary page and began to read. Somehow I know this was all connected to the heirloom.

Still, as she sat at the review desk and opened the file, something about the layout felt… too smooth. The report was organized perfectly. No messy phrasing. No unclear timeline. No conflicting notes between departments. It read like someone had taken time to make it look uncomplicated. ⸻ Cause of Death: Acute Cardiac Failure — Natural. Dianne’s eyes paused. Not long. Just enough for her mind to register a quiet contradiction. Natural cardiac failure was possible in many cases. It wasn’t rare. But the body always left a trail, even when it died quickly. The heart didn’t simply stop without leaving behind evidence of why it stopped.

he paused. "I understand his reasoning. I didn't agree with it." I let out sadly. "You requested the autopsy, you asked for it, and I didn’t listen," "I did, and you refused, which was your right and I won't second-guess it given the circumstances." he looked at me directly for the first time since I sat down. "But I kept my notes. And I had the blood panel results, which are not conclusive without the post-mortem but which are, in my professional opinion, consistent with exposure to an accelerant compound in the weeks before her death."

Zimmer quietly walk over to Blair, giving her a meaningful look and a nod. I was filled with doubt and gave Zac a gentle nudge. He caught on to what I had seen. He thought for a moment, and whispered a few instructions to a young, inconspicuous member of the transfer team behind us. Before I could say anything further, the nurse returned with the brain death report. Mr. Zimmer looked it over confidently before handing it to Zac and me. "The report is complete, the data is normal, and the diagnosis is accurate." Shortly after, the transfer team reached their conclusion.

Liam shouted, rushing from the investigation department to the Council's room, bumping against a few people along the way. Cohen and Mira had just left the Council's room and headed to their office when Liam shouted their name, effectively stopping everyone in the hallway. He ran to the Alpha pair and handed a file to Cohen. "The autopsy reports have completed," Liam said, breathing heavily. "The bodies we found in several locations had the same patterns." Cohen flipped open the file and looked at the summarized report. "Missing organs and ruptured uterus?"

And the hospital’s autopsy report had disappeared, leaving nothing to defend me. But the cemetery had its own records, unknown to many, including me. They ran their own examinations, especially on bodies that weren’t buried immediately. And as I stood there, staring at the report in my hands, my vision blurring with tears, I read the truth of what happened. It was written clearly, signed and documented.

He looked up, his gaze falling on Dad's face that was flushed with anger before shifting to Mom's disdain-filled eyes. "Do you believe this, then?" Alex wheeled himself out of his wheelchair and pulled a document from a drawer. I recognized it as the autopsy report from back then. Mom picked up the document with disgust, but her expression changed drastically after opening it.

I set aside my sorrow and rushed to his side, urging, "Don't go. Whatever you do, don't go. If you do, you'll never come back." But he couldn't hear me. Even though he couldn't swim, he hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Sure. I'll wrap up this case as quickly as possible. I'll definitely be there in three days." After having a late-night snack with Vivian and sending her home that night, Ethan rushed back to the lab once again to continue the autopsy. This time, he made a new discovery. It was a faint tattoo mark on the victim's ankle. My heart lurched violently. Was he about to realize it was me?

She has a pretty face, pretty body and of course, a pretty attitude. I live with my auntie and uncle 'cause my parents are dead. They died when I was just five. It's a sad story. They we're shot dead by unknown people. Until now i'm still waiting for the police report but i don't think it will ever have a report. I'm already 23 graduating college. That's the reason why I'm a law student. I will find who did that to them. Who ruined my life.

She’d been turned, but how and when? I set my jaw as the results started to pop up, and things got even more confusing: the names were real, but the people that signed off on everything were either dead and had been dead for several years, or they had no way to be in the territory. The doctor that completed the autopsy didn’t even work at that hospital when he’d been alive. It could have been a coincidence of name, but I didn’t believe that.