She cries and cries and cries, tears flowing until they run out, then turn to blood, and then finally all capacity for tear making is utterly exhausted.
Still the IV sends a steady stream of grief into her, and she is wracked with dry sobs until her body gives out entirely.
Her spirit tries to escape the pain, but that too is bound and tormented by the steady drip, drip, drip of soul poison. When even the spirit expends the last of its capacity to endure the process of hollowing is complete.
She will make an acceptable empty vessel for her betters.