She fell silent, wrapping one arm around his waist. "So, we're agreed, then?" Derrick asked. "Francis gets sent off to a monitored location and Poppy and Diana get the same?"
Poppy said nothing but didn't meet either of their gazes. "Right. We can escort you to your new residences, then," he said, standing up. "It's time to go."
He spoke into his watch quickly. "Requesting transport from St. Lawrence's hospital to Hub 6434." "Copy that." "Francis, you will follow behind, alright?"
"It is," he said, folding his arms. "I'll be waiting outside. Another agent will come to pick up Poppy and Diana shortly." He left the room, leaving them alone.
Her lower lip trembled and something that sounded like a sob escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She buried her face in the curve of his neck and he would be able to feel that she was shaking. "I don't want you to go."