Naruto had been lying around in bed, a little out of it, still. He had barely realised dinner had gone by, not terribly hungry and the wooziness from earlier not gone yet. He heard a knock and a familiar voice calling his name, stepping into the room. He let out a groan and turned on his stomach, not overly surprised to see Jiraiya. He was mostly feeling numb now, which was frustrating. He probably should go out to get the rest of the drugs out of his system but he didn't quite feel like it, even though Jiraiya, when seeing how little Naruto's expression changed, might force him to.

"What?" He asked, scratching at his chest distractedly.