Poppy instinctively gripped her brother's hand and let out a tiny whimper. This couldn't be happening. They were both stronger than Hazel, they were meant to take care of her. But they hadn't done their jobs properly, and now their baby sister was hurt or dying or worse... She didn't want to think about it. She would cry. She would cry in front of everyone and people would ask her if she was alright and she wouldn't answer. This wasn't meant to happen. Poppy was meant to know what to do in these situations. In this one, she just didn't.
"That's Hazel in there. Hazel." Saying it only seemed to make it worse, and she turned to Mere with a pained expression. "Please don't let them say she's not okay. Please, please, please, don't let them." He could hit them. He could break another wall. As long as they didn't say it. If they didn't, it wasn't real.