"Just as well," he said, taking the hallway at a slow enough pace that Michael could catch up once he'd closed his door. "We should probably check that the infirmary has your insulin."
They hadn't been walking long before John said, "So let me guess. You were doing something on Atlantis and the next thing you know, you wake up here. Right?" He didn't really give Michael enough time to answer. He didn't need to answer, the answer was as obvious as anything, and if John was correct in his assumption, he was probably rather annoyed at, once again, being somewhere and having no idea how he had gotten there. Michael was in a peculiar situation like that, what with not really, technically being human and not remembering anything at all before a couple days ago. "It was like that for me. Last I remember, I was eating in the mess hall with the team. Next thing I know, I'm waking up here. Have you spoken to anyone else since you got here?"