Kimmy's family cried when they saw her small, limbless body lying there in the hospital bed. Kimmy's mom was inconsolable, clutching her face as she sobbed. Kimmy's dad stood stoically, refusing to turn away as tears ran down his cheeks. Kimmy's sister Madison cried the loudest, whining incessantly about how she didn't want Kimmy to go away. There was nothing any of them could do though; the law was clear and Kimmy had volunteered her womb of her own will, at least on paper.

The nurse came back after processing some paperwork, carrying with her a new branding iron, the one that would exempt Madison from being collected by the NBIS. Despite losing Kimmy, it was thanks to her that Madison would be allowed a worry-free life, so to ensure her sacrifice would not be in vain, Kimmy's parents held Madison down and cooperated as the nurse applied the brand. Madison's ear-piercing shrieks pained Kimmy's heart, but Kimmy took solace in knowing Madison would be spared the same unfortunate fate she was soon to be put through.

The time for them to leave drawing near, Kimmy's family was allowed to give their final goodbyes, each hugging and kissing Kimmy in turn. Kimmy dearly wished she could hug them back, but with no arms to do so with, she could only lay there and passively receive her family's love. Kimmy would remember their final hugs for the rest of her life, but being unable to imprint the warmth of her last embrace into her family's memories, Kimmy's own hugs were doomed to be forgotten forever, even by the ones who loved her the most. That chance cruelly stolen from her, Kimmy could only watch with a sorrowful smile as her family filed out of the room without a single objection.

Kimmy laid her head down and closed her eyes. A fitful night of dreamless sleep and a dreary morning of tears and sorrow left her completely drained the next day when the nurse entered Kimmy's room with a bucket in hand. After a quick scrub down with a sudsy sponge, she put the the cleaning tools away and dried Kimmy thoroughly.

"Time to go, Kimmy," the nurse told her, a calm smile on her face. A pair of men in suits stepped into Kimmy's room. One of them carried a large metallic briefcase with him. The man with the case stepped up to the hospital bed and held up the case for Kimmy to see. It seemed much larger up close, as big as a small child even. Popping the latches, the spring-loaded lid swung open automatically. Kimmy peered inside. The entirety of the case was filled by a single huge piece of soft foam cushion stretching from top to bottom. An eerie, connected pair of wide rounded holes had been cut into the middle of the foam. The other man walked around Kimmy's bed, picking her body up without warning. Before she could even get a chance to react, the man shoved Kimmy into the holes in the foam. The holes conformed to her limbless torso and head perfectly, securing her in place as the lid to the case was shut tight. Plunged into darkness, Kimmy cried out for help, but no one would be saving her. Kimmy was property of the state now. Their package secured, the men left promptly, carrying case in hand, thanking the nurse as they exited.

And so, Kimmy said goodbye to the hospital where the nightmare began, leaving for her next stop on the road to hell: the evaluation center.