He could see the point where the venom took hold of her blood, when the change started. Despite the obvious pain that it caused her it was a small relief. It meant that he hadn't been too late, that she would live. Though he hated himself at that moment for putting her through such agonizing pain, despite knowing there had been no other choice. Even if she hadn't been attacked there was no way around what this transformation would cost her.
Edward pressed a cool hand to the side of her face, grimacing at the expression of torture that marred her features. He had never felt so helpless in his long life than he did kneeling there beside her as her body turned against her. Carefully he picked her up and took her into the room. Not that anything would provide comfort to her, but the bed might be a small improvement. Or at least provide her more room to move should she start to thrash about over the next few days. He left her side for a few moments, moving to the bathroom to run some towels under cold water. He set a small one on her forehead, a few down her arms, hoping to calm some of the burning that ran through her.