The Egyptian queen travelled alone that day, nothing but the ancient bangle upon her slender sun-kissed wrist to keep her company, the etched engraving hidden on the underside of it. It was not fitting to bring her snakes with her to a meeting within the hospital, she was sure. But it was not to mean that they were ever too far. It was rare to ever grace the walls of that drab cement hospital, despite how many times she had driven by the tall rectangular beacon. The soundtrack of busy people shuffling to work and the sound of frequent sirens. It always seemed to be busy. Medical people tirelessly work to aid the patients inside to the best of their abilities. She parked her vehicle with plenty of time to spare before that appointment, those daytime hours saw that parking lot already filled, perhaps even overflowing. She would need to walk quite a ways and she was certain her clothing was far too clean for such a jaunt... and yet despite her care for her appearance, the woman never let that stop her. Besides a few lingering glances, she was mostly ignored, everyone focused on their own personal tasks at hand, an appointment to go to. The hospital was essential to life even despite how many lives ended within it. With so many supernaturals within that city and even mundane, everyday festivities, accidents and sickness were an inevitability, especially with how many people lived in that booming metropolis alone. Yet how the bustle rarely seemed to bother her. How she enjoyed losing herself amongst the vast people just as much as she valued her peace.

The automatic sliding admitted her inside to one of the many entrances and various signs directing every which way. This place was a maze. It was rare to ever grace these sterile halls with the tell-tale scent of freshly sanitized surfaces that all but drifted to her nose. It was a dreary place, filled with the sick, the pained, and the dying. But there was something else in this place. Something that she had always noted beyond the thick, dismal cloud that settled over it. It was also permeated with love. From family members waiting in dedication for their kin to come out of surgery. She could see it from the worry in their eye. The care and loyalty that was prompted in the midst of tragedy. She could see it from the people that came to visit their people with flowers or sentimental trinkets... Cleo could even see it in the way people openly wept, every single tear a sign of both despair and beauty. But she could especially see it when she saw an elderly couple on their own, a woman with deeply etched wrinkles pushing her husband in a wheelchair, lost in their own world, deep in a conversation that only they could understand. It was like no one else existed to them. She let her mind soak in the scene longer than any other. There was a balance to everything. Life and death. Sadness and happiness. Love and heartbreak. One could not exist without the other.

The ancient Egyptian queen was soon directed to the required floor, taking the elevator to the appropriate level. The fluorescent humming overhead reflected off her shiny ebony locks, straightened and concealed the slightly pointed ears that belonged to her species. Her appearance was pristine, wearing a lilac-hued pantsuit that was still incredibly feminine with golden embellishments. It still revealed those curves that remained hidden beneath the expensive fabric, with a plunging neckline. Cleo stepped smoothly to main desk of that floor after the elevator doors parted to allow her to exit. She was swiftly ushered toward one of the many clinical rooms that belonged to that store. The aged woman that led her knocked upon the door before opening it.

The sunkissed fae was met by the sight of a stainless-steel accentuated room, utterly clinical by design. There, sitting at the table was the doctor she had been scheduled the meeting with and upon first inspection, Cleopatra's clove-hued eyes could already notice the tired bags around her eyes. An overworked doctor and not enough sleep and yet she was the most alive thing in that room.

"Your appointment is here." The older woman gestured her in with a no-nonsense voice before leaving in an almost brusque manner before Cleopatra could even utter another word. Not even given to utter her thanks. It would seem that she had places to go and a job to do. Cleopatra needed no further prompting before moving confidently across the room to stand opposing side of the table of the youthful appearing Asian woman wearing her doctor's garb. The once queen peered at her through dark coal lashes.

"Ms. Thea." She offered in greeting and introduction, a small mona-lisa smile played upon her lush lips. "You must be Doctor Aiken." She confirms unnecessarily as the name tag that she wears upon her doctor's white jacket that she wore.

"The one I keep hearing so much about. Your reputation proceeds you, the board speaks highly of you and your... pursuit of alternative medicine. Which is one of the reasons why I am here." It would seem they didn't share Cleopatra's level of interest in her own curiosities and more interest in the money she brought to fund the hospital. But they did, at the very least set up the meeting with the doctor who sat before her. So that was something. It was one thing to have the money to fund such an endeavour and yet another one entirely to find the right medical professional team to execute it.

"I am interested to hear more about it, if you are willing. I can always admire someone who can think outside the box. Its exactly the kind of mind I need." She breezed, awaiting for the woman to respond and yet not fully elaborating. She was curious if the exhausted doctor had even the faintest of clues as to why she was even there in the first place. Surely someone had informed her why she was here.. Even if it had nothing to do with the vampire blood research. Even though there was a very large possibility that her answers lay in the veil of magic, rather than science. It could certainly not hurt to try, especially when the merge between the two seemed to be a slow process. Humans had always been creatures reluctant to change. That was something that refused to change.