Shorter second and third paragraphs.
    
     For a few minutes Shiloh lay on the floor crying. Both of her hands cupped over her wound. Blood poured through the gaps between her fingers and covered the floor beneath her. She finally grasped words and screamed them “Are you all just going to stand there and watch me die, or are you going to do something like a human being would?” The students ran back to their computers and continued with their own work, except Jace. Jace stood over her, eyes wide. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down “Help, now!” and handed it to his teacher. In about a second flat she ran out of the dark classroom and took one quick look at Shiloh before she ran down into the main office. Shiloh, from lack of blood and oxygen, passed out.
     The next time Shiloh opened her eyes, it was two days later and she was in the hospital. Shaking she looked around and immediately started to cry. The room was nearly empty, and extremely white. In a nearby chair sat her mother sleeping soundly. In reality, she was probably stressed beyond compare to the fact that her daughter was asleep in the hospital for the past two days. To Kelly Morrissey, life was anything other than stress free.