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Marion Moesby was awoken from a sleep tormented by images of London by a phone call at around 9am; it was a call which would profoundly affect him and the way he felt about all that had happened.
"Marion Moesby" he answered groggily
"Hello Marion, its Mr. Tipton" The voice on the other end of the line sounded pained and confused
"Yes Mr. Tipton, what's wrong?" Moesby asked noticing his confused tone
"Can you please come and see me in my suite, as soon as possible please" Mr. Tipton replied, Moesby was now worried about what the news could be, was he being fired? He didn't know, but he wasn't scared, no news would be able to hurt him as much as London's death.
"Of course, I'll be there as soon as I can" Moesby replied before hanging up the phone.
20 minutes later Moesby was showered, dressed and ready as he arrived at the door of the Tipton's imperial suite. Moesby knocked and one of Mr. Tipton's bodyguards let him in
"Marion, please, sit down" a very confused and upset looking Mr. Tipton motioned to a couch, Moesby followed his direction silently.
"Give us a moment please men" Mr. Tipton asked of his bodyguards who left the room, he then began speaking to the still silent Moesby, who wore a look of confusion on his face.
"Marion, I received the Medical Examiners report on London this morning, the autopsy revealed something which I found rather shocking" Mr. Tipton began, this spiked Moesby's curiosity, what could the coroner have found during London's autopsy he thought.
"What did he say?" Moesby asked, an amount of concern now building in his voice
"Have a look for yourself" Mr. Tipton said, sounding rather defeated as he passed Moesby a manila folder containing the coroners report, Moesby began to read the summary on the final page:
Cause of death is determined to be by exsanguination, with blood loss occurring due to a large puncture and crush wound to the abdomen, causing severe damage to the aorta, bowel, kidneys and liver.
Moesby felt awful reading the horrible details of London's fatal injury, but it didn't seem out of the ordinary, so he sucked up his courage and continued reading:
Examination also confirms the diagnosis of a Dr. Alexander Oppenheimer, from 1 month prior to death, of an inoperable and terminal breast cancer, which metastasised to the lung. Judging by the spread of the disease it is unlikely the subject would have survived more than 6 months longer.
Moesby could not speak, could not move, could not breath, nothing could have prepared him for this, London has been dying all along, how could he have had no idea about this, how could he have not known. Moesby's thoughts went back to the letter he had read the night before:
Mr. Moesby, if you are reading this then I have passed, I hope you are not too saddened by my passing, I am ready for death. I experienced so much in my life, but there was always something missing, a family, a proper family experience, my real parents were never around, and I regret that, but you were there. Mr. Moesby, you are the closest thing I had to a real, proper father, you cared for me, you loved me, you gave me more than material wealth, and I know now that this is the truly important thing in life. I want to thank you Moesby, for always being there for me, even if I didn't appreciate it at the time, I want you to know I appreciate everything you have done for me, and that I love you. Thank you Marion
Love, London
The letter had been so hard for Moesby to read, London had poured out her soul to him in that letter, and it made it seem like everything he had ever done for her was worthwhile, but he knew he would miss her every moment for the rest of his life. Now Moesby knew that London was dying, it made sense to him finally, it had been straining on his mind as to why an 18 year old girl would have written her death wishes and letters to her friends to be opened upon her passing, it had seemed to out of the ordinary to him, but now he understood why, she knew she was dying, and she had obviously accepted it in her own mind. Moesby now was just left wondering why she had never told him, and it was a question he feared would never be answered.
"Marion, did you know about this cancer?" Mr. Tipton's voice brought Moesby out of his trance like state of thought.
"No, no, I had no idea" Moesby's now very shaky voice confirmed this to Mr. Tipton.
"Very well, I can't understand it, why would she not tell us she was dying? It is horrible that he went through this alone" Mr. Tipton's usually powerful voice was now weak and timid, Moesby agreed with his sentiments but could only bring himself to say
"I'm afraid that we may never know"
"Indeed, well, Moesby, are you going to see Madeline today?" Mr. Tipton asked
"Yes, I was going to go to the hospital to see Zack and Cody after this, why?" Moesby replied.
"Tell her that now the autopsy is done we can have a viewing for London, if that was in my daughters wishes of course, and the plans for the funeral can commence, remember, tell her money is no object" Mr. Tipton asked of Moesby, Moesby just nodded and left the room after saying his goodbyes, heading down the lift to the 23rd floor.
Moesby knocked on the door of the Martin's suite
"Who is it?" he heard Carey call from the other side
"It's Marion, can I speak to you for a moment Carey" Moesby replied through the wood, Carey immediately opened the door.
"What is it?" Carey asked, sounding very concerned when she saw the withdrawn look on Moesby's face. Moesby walked inside and they sat at the table, Kurt was nowhere to be seen, but Moesby was not overly concerned about Kurt's present whereabouts.
"It's London, we got the Coroners report today, well, it seems that London had cancer Carey, she was dying all along" Moesby broke down at the end of this sentence and Carey just rocked back, absolutely stunned
"What" She was so completely shocked
"How did we not know?" She continued, she shock was so immense, no one expected this news.
"I…I don't know, I guess she didn't tell us, but…but from her letter she seemed to have accepted this, I feel so awful, her going through this without me, without anyone to comfort her". Moesby was shaking, Carey felt so sorry for him, but she also felt powerless to help.
"Are you going to the hospital now?" Moesby was finally able to ask
"Yes, as soon as Kurt get back, then we're going to get Max, Bob and Barbara, I'd offer you a ride, but we're all full" the still shell shocked Carey replied.
"It's alright, I'll make my own way there, thank you Carey" Moesby said and he left.
Carey just sat at her kitchen table, unable to move, so shocked, so saddened, she just didn't understand.
Whoa! Well there's a bombshell for you all! Hope you liked it! I loved writing it! Keep up the reviews and the reads and all that, hope your all still enjoying reading my story as much as I'm enjoying writing it.