`` he 'd killed you , but you were there , walking around , talking , trying to save me . '' my fingers seemed to belong to someone else and had turned a strange bluish-white . that third week my new doctor demanded that i start physical therapy , telling me i 'd never walk again if i did n't . i dont know what to do , james said eventually , still looking down at his father . with this much concrete , the effects wouldnt touch the audience . palmer looks up from his monitor . 