"Interesting. Your space bed didn't diagnose my prosopagnosia?" Oliver laid there, contemplating on how insane he would sound to his interns if he could relay this tale. Or even Dr. Nichols...

"They've really grown on me. I remember how adamant I was about having no students."

Oliver walked into the blinding white lights of the medical bay. He had no choice but to sit down on one of the beds. His mind was reeling.

Oliver had no choice but to follow the strange doctor towards the medical bay.

It was nothing like his hospital back home in the Bronx.

"I'm...really on a spaceship...."

"With lighting like this, who needs windows?" He deadpanned before slipping off his glasses.

"Is it always this bright? Or am I having a reaction to the shock?"

"I can't help but feel for them. I want to know what it's like in their proverbial shoes."

"Well I wouldn't rule that out just yet. But yea, I think a check up would put my mind somewhat at ease."

Oliver waved a hand a bit.

"I do what's best for my patients, as do you."