My Hero Owns A Leather Jacket

I awake from my slumber with a jolt. Something isn't right. I breathe in deeply; bad idea. A cough rakes from deep within my throat as the smoke enters my lungs. I open my eyes and see what I can best describe as heat.
My eyes widen in fear when i realize what I'm looking at is fire. I hop out of my sheets which were almost burnt to a crisp. I try to get up, so i can run out of my flaming house, but trip on the end of my sheet, pathetically falling too the floor with no more than a thud.
Struggling with the sheet, there is only one thought running through my head; I can't die like this.
"NO!" I scream losing the will to fight, feeling hot tears pour down my cheeks. Just a I'm giving up, I feel a strong pair of arms picking me up off the ground.
"Sh, you're going to be ok." the person coos, "I won't let anything happen to you."
I rest my head on his shoulder, taking one last breath, finally letting darkness take over. Not once seeing his face.
All I could feel was a leather jacket.