The next thing the boy registered was that he was being held upright by someone. Even looking up at the person, he couldn't tell which one of them it was. The room was blurred and spinning in nauseating loops. He couldn't actually see anything of the room or the people in it. Apparently this was what happened to a person when they went almost two full days without water or food. 

[i]Fanculo...[/i] Thought the little blonde, a word that translated as similar to the English "F bomb". He was still conscious, but felt like he'd black out at any moment. If he had anything in his stomach he probably would have thrown up by now just because of the dizziness. He did his best to steady himself, wanting to tell whoever was holding him up that they could leave, but his throat felt bone dry. 

Despite feeling terrible, the boy was mostly preoccupied by trying to figure out what had been handed to him. There was no way he could read the card in his condition, so he just felt around the small metal object, eventually deciding it was most likely a key... probably to his own room. He was surprised that they'd all been invited to stay. Whoever the woman was, her generosity was almost suspicious.