Head still buried into her shoulder, there was a barely visible nod. Following a cough and some degree of deep breathing to maintain composure, Poppy finally opened her eyes again, the rage still practically tangible around her, but far less hysterical than before. Somebody had hurt her sister. Her little sister. And they could've done nothing to save her. She cleared her throat again, briefly choking up at the thought of her sister wired up to so many machines; she'd never been in hospital before like that. "...Yeah." She muttered quietly, moving away from Liz, eyes on the floor. She willed tears to go away and the rage to go with it because it was becoming difficult to breathe again.
Boots far too loud on the floor, she walked towards Bunny and Mere cautiously, before slipping one hand around Mere's. "C'mon. We need to go and see her." And although she still couldn't bring herself to grab hold of Bunny's hand, she brushed her hand over her shoulder as code; she could come if she wanted. There was nothing triplet-sacred about this. Bunny had been Hazel's friend too, and that meant something very important right now. She looked to a doctor, voice more confident. "Where is she? We want to see her." This was one of those times when Poppy as surrogate-mom was needed.