Only Old

From the book

‘It’s called Heart Knights,’ the man said, and I looked at him. ‘We’ll try different movies − I hope the gore isn’t too damaging.’ 
And who does he think he is? A professional?
He walked out of the room, closed the door and left me in that uncomfortable wheelchair. I moved and struggled until I was exhausted. Then I focussed my attention on the large TV in front of me. Noises of unease and confusion escaped from my mouth, as a picture appeared on the screen.
A man with auburn hair, amber eyes, and a goatee walked around in medieval clothes. A soldier walked up to him. I assumed the redhead was a king or something. They spoke, but I didn’t understand the words, and I wasn’t able to read the subtitles because my sight was blurry.
After the movie ended I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I had been staring at the screen for two hours. Maybe that man had been right; it did stir something in me. My sight was finally clear enough to read again, and I read the credits: ‘King Arthur, played by Ronald Humminghouse’, followed by a few more actor’s names.
‘Himminghaus.’ I mumbled as the man came in. ‘You like him?’ he asked.  ‘He’s a pretty good actor. I suppose we could show you a few more movies he played in.’ I looked at the man again, confused. He probably said that because he assumed the man on the screen touched an emotion inside me, but I heard Lisa say that his name was funny. I tried to pronounce it again, but then a low hum escaped my mouth.

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