[A deep breath seems to give him no air, and Conrad reaches out to grab the shreds of sheet, settling down on the scarred mattress. This is what he must to to protect them -- and so he will.]
[He considers his ankles, but no, she likely wants him able to thrash about. One shred of sheet is connected to each bedpost; his right wrist he secures with his left hand, the left wrist using his teeth to tighten the tie. Both lines get a good tug, knots pulling tighter.]