As the putrid flames entered his lungs, Max blacked out.
"Max, Max!" Dan cried in despair, tears flowing freely from his eyes. He couldn't see his best friend anymore; the smoke had blurred his vision. Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he hastily dialled 999.
Would help come in time? Would Max be alright?
These questions were on his mind as his fingers rapidly dialled the number.
Suddenly, he heard an ambulance. His heart raced, were the fire brigade soon behind? Would they get to Max in time?
