Kenny leaned into her arm and breathed a bit. "Because I'm not eating." He said softly. "I am trying mom. I am trying to eat but I am so used to having to go without so much of the time since I got older that it is hard." He said softly. He closed his eyes. He listened to her. Opening his eyes and looked at her. "Why are you guys worried? I don't understand." He said softly. He listened to her. "Different disorders? What do you mean? I don't understand what you are saying. Is there something wrong with me?" He asked softly. He nodded his head. He was tired from throwing up. He looked at him lightly. "I don't want to be screwed up." He said. Tears in his eyes. "I don't know what is wrong with me. I try to eat. I'm not trying not to eat. I am." He said softly. Sniffling a bit. He closed his eyes. "I'm so tired mom. I don't feel energetic at all after throwing up." He moved and wrapped his arm around her. "I want to get better. What is wrong with me?" He whispered. "Can you help me get better from whatever is wrong with me?"