Tupac's Autopsy Novels & Stories

If he said that Lord Stephan needed to see the alpha, then there was a good reason for that. My attention returned back to the weird corpse on the gurney, I had never done an autopsy before in my life, I was going to need Dr Purcell for this. Dr Purcell was more than helpful. The autopsy happened. First, we did a full physical exam which allowed us to discover that his finger nails, toe nails and eyes were all dull blue. That plus all the other things we had found, we were starting to have a list of the things that went wrong. The actual autopsy itself did not reveal much, aside from the heart, no other organ was missing or damaged, there was also no physical trauma, it was as sir Claude’s f

Her legs were moving but there was no consciousness behind it, just muscle memory carrying her forward while her mind stayed trapped somewhere else. They had just returned from the hospital where the autopsy had been completed. The official cause of death was listed as acute organ failure due to arsenic poisoning, compounded by gunshot wounds to the back and neck. As if Shayla needed a medical report to tell her what she already knew. Her father had been dying for months and none of them had seen it.

But I didn’t really deserve that, not after how I shut her out for the last three years. ‘What are the autopsy results? Anything yet?’ I asked Zack through the link. ‘Poison, but the traces are so light we barely picked them up.’ "Wiyam, coke!" I opened the can, putting a straw into it for her as I held it out to her distractedly. ‘Of? What did it include?’ ‘They still working on that, but there were traces of silver and wolfsbane mixed in too.’ ‘Get pictures of the mutilation, exact time of death, and whatever else you can before returning the body to the family…’

A report. Official. Stamped. Signed. “We ran three separate autopsies,” he continues. “Different labs. Different technicians. Same result every time.” I swallow hard. “That can’t be…” he says slowly, watching me. “…it is. Nicholas Peterson was already dying before your attack. He had an aneurysm brought on by abuse and trauma.” The room suddenly feels much smaller. My carefully constructed world — every move, every calculation — begins to fracture in ways I never anticipated.

"That's why she had this." His brows furrowed, understanding in his eyes. "You should keep it, then." His finger tapped a staccato beat on the formica tabletop. When he finally spoke again, his voice was rough. "The autopsy report said she had enough cocaine in her system to kill her even if she hadn't gone in the water."

Travis looked away from the camera, I guessed at a laptop because I heard him typing. “He was in his sixties,” Rucker—no, Alicia, damn it, said. “That’s hundreds of transformations at the least, and his health was excellent.” “Signs of poison then?” Zane asked. “Too early to tell, but I have them testing for everything. The poor man died in agony, and his lab was pretty trashed.” “Sorry,” Shotz said, and I suspected that shirt he was wearing on the screen was what he’d been sleeping in. “But who is Dr. Calvert?”

Chapter 163 Amanda pulled out a document. "Mr. Toriaga, I'm showing you what's been marked as Prosecution Exhibit 47. Can you identify this?" "It's the autopsy report on my father. The independent one my sister commissioned after his death." "And what did this autopsy reveal?" "That my father had been poisoned with thallium over an extended period. That his death wasn't natural but was caused by deliberate, repeated administration of a toxic substance." The jury was leaning forward now, attentive despite having heard versions of this information from medical experts. But hearing it from the victim's son carried different weight.

"Why are you showing me this?" "Because there is one more thing you need to know. About the factory. About his death." She pulled out another document. "This is a toxicology report. From Colt's autopsy." I took it with shaking hands. High levels of antidepressants. And something else. A drug I did not recognize. "What is this?" I pointed to the unknown substance.

I added, considering the story my father had told me about a man named Desmond. "Well, that shouldn't even be the top of our problems because we have others," Greg said. From the tone in his voice, I understood that we had a serious matter to deal with "Don't tell someone is going to try and sabotage Hera's funeral today?" I was already getting irritated. His face was straight without a crack. "No, not that. The problem lies in her autopsy result." My brows narrowed at this point. "What about her autopsy result?" He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "She overdosed on a certain drug that existed long before the revolution. A pregnancy removal or preventive medic

“No, not at all. I was completely unaware of it. I looked for the autopsy, Trisha, but could not find it.” “Okay.” Trisha placed her hand on her hips and took a quick look around. “It should be in the locker for this month because they performed the autopsy this month.” As Trisha went to the computer she had discovered, Selena went to the locker and began going through the papers. If a hard copy is available, a soft copy should be as well. Trisha was an expert when it came to breaking into computers. Her sister’s computer, however, was the only one she had managed to hack into. After turning on the computer, she logged in. On the day Selena’s father’s autopsy was requested, she began searchi