If only memories could be erased (Shoto Todoroki x oc) Rewrite

Recovering

Tamaki's pov

When I woke up, it felt like my entire body was encased in cement. I sat up and immediately regretted it with how my body pulled me downward. I dropped back on the bed with a heavy groan. Wait. When did I get on a bed. Last thing I remember was being carried by Todoroki. I sat up again and swung my legs over the bed. I instantly fell to the floor, smacking my head on the floor. I groaned from the sudden crash that my body went through. I attempted to get to my feet again but fell to the floor instead, smacking my face again. A door opened.
"Tamaki. What are you doing out of bed? You're still recovering" someone objected before I was scooped up from the floor and placed back onto the bed.
"What happened? And why does it feel like I'm in cement? I mumbled. My ears were buzzing.
"You should really rest. You still don't look better and your fever is still pretty high" I think the voice belonged to dad. The volume fit and it sounded kinda like dad. But maybe my ears were busted again.
"I'm not tired" I objected. 
"Well, since you're awake now, I'm going to bring you up some food" his voice got further away before the door closed. I lay in the bed for a bit before I finally realised what I'd been told. I was going to have to eat. Shit. If I was in bed for too long then too much food might make my body worse than it already is. I was already disgusting, I didn't want it to be made worse. I wanted to curl up but my body was too heavy and movement was too much effort. I was stuck with no way of seeing anything and unable to use my music to distract my thoats. My chest tightened, like a claw gripping my lungs. I coughed, trying to make the tightness ease. The door opened again and someone ran up to the bed.
"Tamaki? Are you alright?" dad asked, one hand over my forehead.
"I'm fine" I lie. He grabs both my cheeks and lifts my face up.
"Alright little star. Just making sure" he ran a hand over my head. 
"Why?" I ask, my ears continued to buzz.
"Well, you and Hitoshi really gave us a scare when we couldn't contact either of you" he brushed the hair of my fringe back, one finger brushing under my eye.
"I'm fine. You just worry too much" I sigh, turning my head away from him. His hand moved to my shoulder and he sighed.
"If something's wrong, you can tell me. I'm not going to be mad or anything" he offers. 
"Nothing's wrong. Just..... worn out" I mumble, locking the fingers of my hand in my hair while facing away from dad. 
"Alright. I'm going to go check on your meal. I'll be back in a bit" I could hear his footsteps  become quieter as he left the room. I leaned into my pillow when he had left. It made me feel like shit to lie to dad like that. He really tried his best to take care of us. Both of them did. They worked more than one job so that we could all have a great life and here I was. Ungrateful for the love they gave me. What's wrong with me? Am I broken? My arms were itchy again. I reached towards them, ready to scratch. 
"Tamaki. Your food's done" I quickly pulled my hand back. Dad placed something down, metal clinking against the bowl. Right after, I felt his hands on my waist. Shit. He could probably feel how gross my body was. Despite the disgust I felt at my own body, I did my best not to flinch or make any body movements that would give me away. I had no idea if I was successful but Dad didn't comment so I can assume it did. My back leaned against the headboard.
"I made noodle soup with some veg. Just incase your stomach might be upset as well" he explained. I smelt the food when some was offered near my face. I reluctantly opened my mouth, forcing myself to swallow the food. About a few heartbeats passed before I was offered another spoon of the soup. I begrungingly took that one too. A few more spoons later and my stomach was churning. I bent over, wrapping my arms around my stomach.
"Tamaki?" the bowl was placed down and a hand was placed on my shoulder. I didn't respond, trying to figure out if my stomach had cramped or I felt sick. I quickly found the answer to that when I leaned over the side of the bed and coughed up the food. When I was left with nothing left in my stomach, I let my head drop onto the bed.
"Sorry" I mumble. A hand on my head rubbed back and forth.
"Don't worry about it. I'll clean this up and then get you some more medicine" Dad left the room, leaving me alone in the bed with a fuzzy brain. Dad came back, cleaning up the mess I'd made then offered me some strange smelling liquid. Guessing it was the medicine, I took the two spoons he gave me.
"Now just get some rest. Some sleep will do you good" he left the room, closing the door after him. I groaned into my mattress. Like hell I was going to sleep. I was already sick and aching, I didn't want to add fuckin terrified to that list. I let my head stare in whatever direction it was facing and just tried my best to ignore any thoughts in my head. That was my best option.