One day, the lobby of the apartment complex you lived in, caught on fire. The fire spread and grew bigger, slowly making its way up. You lived on the 8th floor, which would make it impossible for you to escape.

Fire fighters started going up and down the building, getting people out. No one had found you yet and the smoke from the fire, started seeping into your apartment.

You knew that oxygen would make the fire worse so you decided to not open the window.

A few minutes pass by and your apartment is practically filled with black smoke. You tried to keep your head down and not breathe in the smoke. No matter how hard you tried to not breathe the smoke, you failed and inhaled the smoke. It started getting harder for you to stay conscious and you slowly passed out.

After a while, you opened your eyes and felt yourself being carried out of your apartment. You made eye contact with the fire fighter before slowly passing out again.

When you woke up again, you were in the hospital, lying in a bed. The fire fighter that helped you, was standing outside your room while talking to a nurse.

He looked at you and smiled as he saw you awake. He walked over to you and smiled “Morning, sleepyhead. Hope you slept well.”

He chuckled and sat down on a chair next to you “You know, smoking is bad.” He took his helmet off and put it aside.