Seeking Forgiveness

Whew! Finally colored it! I had no idea what in the hell to do with the background, so I just threw some fluffy white stuff and rain in it. This drawing is to my newest one shot called Fullmetal Heart Crushed and thus has two different scenes in it. I'll copy and paste the portions from each scene and post a link to the story if you're interested in reading the whole thing. All I can say is poor Ed :( and this drawing pretty much signifies my mood right now. Plus it's gloomy and rainy here, so yeah. Enjoy
story: http://www.sheezyart.com/view/1419510/
sketch: http://www.sheezyart.com/view/1420016/

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"Edward, you can't be tracing around the place right now searching for him, not in your condition," Winry persisted sternly but gently. "You need to lay down for awhile." The girl reached into her skirt pocket and withdrew a small, white handkerchief. She raised it up and dabbed gently at the blood that had seeped down the side of the alchemist's mouth, taking care not to hurt him any further. He just stared at her while she cleaned him, his face full of agony, no trace of euphoria left in his golden irises.

"I...I guess you're right," the alchemist sighed and closed his golden eyes as the young automail mechanic finished dabbing up the blood on his face. "He'll come back when he's cooled down and had time to think, right Winry?"

"Yes...I'm sure he will, Ed," the blonde girl replied, though she herself wasn't sure if Al would return. She knew how stubborn Edward was and she knew that he wouldn't wait for long if his brother didn't come back soon. "Let's get you back to your hospital bed, okay?"

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"Al, I'm so sorry...I'm sorry to have done this you. I'm sorry that because of me your memories of our childhood are so hazy. I'm sorry that because of my stupidity, you're in this mess, living in this hellish void some call life," he spoke to the rainy heavens, the sky that was releasing it's pain along with Edward's.

Winry struggled to hold her own tears back as she heard the young state alchemist's words and she stepped out onto the balcony with him, walking around his broken form to stand and face him. His hospital clothing was soaked and Winry could see right through it now. The metal of his arm, the flesh of his skin and she knew that right now, Edward most likely detested having a body of his own when his brother couldn't. Edward had now dropped his head, his wet bangs curtaining his face as his body shook with silent sobs. She wrapped her arms around him, and Edward leaned into her shoulder, allowing himself to envelope the comfort he needed from her, from anyone at this very moment. Winry never told him she felt the warmth of his tears trickling down her arm, along with the coldness of the raindrops. She just cradeled his head gently, running her fingers through his soaked, ponytail.

"It's not your fault, Edward," she whispered.

"But it is my fault, Winry...it's all my fault," the boy spoke back, as he continued to lean into her comfort, both arms just hanging limply at his sides.

"Let's get you back inside and dry you off so we can go find Al, okay?" the young blonde told him, still holding his shaking body.

Winry couldn't tell if Edward was shivering because he was cold or shivering from anguish, but nevertheless, the mechanic knew that she needed to get Edward in some dry clothes before he got sick, and so they could find his brother. She kept her arm wrapped comfortingly around his shoulders and led the shivering boy back into the hospital room. He sat down in a chair just beside the door, his head still drooped and small sobs still issuing from him. Winry walked across the tiled floor and into the small bathroom in Edward's hospital room. She grabbed a few white, fluffy towels from the shelves and brought them to the alchemist. She unfolded one, gently removed the hair tie from Edward's hair, combed her fingers through it to remove tangles and placed the towel over his head, massaging his hair with the towel to help get rid of the rain water.

She then took another towel and wrapped it around Edward's trembling body. The towel on his head had now fallen and was draped over his shoulders, but the state alchemist wasn't paying attention. He reached both hands up an