Vs. 100 yards

The new composition was really coming along when my attention was caught by a wave of mental anguish.
	*Is she going to pass out? What do I do?* Mike panicked.
	A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her eyes closed, her skin chalky as a corpse..
	I nearly took the door off the car.
	"Bella?" I shouted.
	There was no change in her lifeless face when I yelled her name.