"I still can't believe you have resulted to taking pills." Amelia said while she sat perched on the bathroom counter next to all the pill bottles.
Cody popped another large white pill and walked back into the room and lay down on the bed. He couldn't function without something to wake him up, help him sleep, bring him up, bring him down; he depended on those pills.
"Don't do this to yourself, Cody." Amelia lay down next to him.
He could almost feel her. God, he missed her so much! It used to be every once in awhile he would feel her presence, like when he was barely awake in the mornings. The faint scent of her perfume would bring tears to his eyes, and then it was as if he could feel her nails lightly scratching his back on the same exact spot she always used to scratch. "Where are you?" He asked in a drugged state.
"I'm right here baby, I always have been." She whispered and ran her hand through his tousled hair.
Cody only really felt her when he was drugged up; he didn't care if it was an illusion, all he wanted to do was be with Amelia again. He'd do anything to reach her, even if it meant slowly killing himself with all the drugs. He could definitely feel her now, her hand messing with his hair, her head resting on his shoulder. He raised his left arm and mimicked holding her like he always used to. He remembered the exact way her body fit against his, and once more tears sprang in his eyes.
"Please don't do this to yourself Cody," She begged, "You'll find someone new, another girl who you'll marry and have your babies. Adorable and beautiful little Cody Jr.'s running around in a big spacious backyard with a swing set and swimming pool, playing with the family dog…don't kill yourself."
"Amelia…" He said in a daze.
"Yes?" She asked.
"I miss you. I'll be with you soon, don't you worry your pretty little red head…" He said and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of all the past times he and Amelia had shared.
It was two weeks after the wedding and Cody and Amelia were on the plane heading back to the U.S. It was a rainy and very windy day. The clouds were low and gray in the sky, a thunderstorm had arrived in Cancun, and a hurricane was threatening the coast. But Cody was determined to get him and his new wife home on time, even though the hotel staff suggested they stay a couple more days to let the whole storm pass and they'd arrange another flight for them. Even Vince McMahon had called Cody and Amelia Rhodes himself and told them it'd be best if they stayed a few more days and he'd send his private jet to get them. Amelia had begged Cody "C'mon Codes, let's stay a couple more days so the storm can pass. It can't hurt."
But Cody was stubborn, "I have to be back for RAW by Sunday, and besides I want us to have a chance to stay in the new house for a couple days so we can enjoy it as a married couple." Amelia smiled at her new husband, he was so sweet. "Alright." She nodded, "Off we go then, I guess." And so they made their way to the airport and soon boarded the plane bound for Texas. The pilot managed to get the plane safely in the air and over Texas, but there was still awhile before they reached their destination. As the plane flew through stormy clouds, Amelia clung to Cody and he wrapped his arms around her. "It'll be alright babe. We're gonna make it home, I promise."
The forecast said the hurricane was now threatening the Southern part of Texas as well. Cody kissed his bride and started making her laugh to distract her from the turbulence. Amelia has always hated flying and heights but she was willing to go on a plane and travel for the sake of her husband and his demanding job. The whole plane was quiet as they passed through storm cloud after storm cloud with violent turbulence. Soon oxygen masks sprang from the ceilings as a shrill alarm sounded throughout the plane. Amelia screamed at the suddenness and put on her mask after Cody had put on his. The pilot came over the intercom and said they had to make an emergency landing at some tiny airport in a rural town. Amelia once again clung to Cody for dear life as the plane plunged thousands of feet. Everyone's ears popped at the quick change in air pressure and a young boy started crying in the back of the plane.
Somewhere along the touchdown landing the pilot lost control, and the plane landed roughly on the runway, skidded along the wet asphalt (the tires malfunctioned and refused to come out), and crashed into the side of the hangar. A large pole ended up crashing into the window where Cody and Amelia sat, crushing Amelia against Cody. She screamed as the plane made impact, as did all the other passengers. The plane then jerked around, and Amelia was thrown into the wall and pole. Her head hit the pole, and she was knocked unconscious.
She was pronounced dead at the hospital. Her head colliding with the pole and the wall of the plane had knocked her unconscious, but the internal bleeding inside her brain is what killed her.
Cody was also knocked unconscious. When he awoke, he was in a Dallas hospital. His parents and brother were in the room when he woke up, and his father had to tell him the fate of Amelia. Doctors told Cody that if He had been the one sitting by the window and not Amelia, they both would have survived because Cody could have handled the collision better.
During the autopsy to discover what exactly killed Amelia, they also discovered she was three weeks pregnant.
Cody never found out what the gender of the baby was, it was too early to know.
He spent a week in the hospital and several months in physical therapy while also going to therapy sessions for plane crash survivors, and survivor's guilt. He felt that he shouldn't be alive; he should've been in Amelia's place. He should be the one six feet under, not his new bride. She should be alive and well, carrying his unborn child.
It should've been me, He told the therapist, I should be dead.