As the straps go across his chest, Bill shakes his head, mumbling, "Don't-- not my hands. I don't like that."

"We're just makin' sure you aren't gonna fall off the bed, sheriff. It's okay," Chris assures him, giving Bill's wrist a pat when he's done to show they've left Bill's hands alone.

Bill nods to Dave, then lays his head back against the stretcher, thinking he could probably use a nap real soon.