The Medbay didn’t care about his Bugatti. The virus wasn’t impressed by his masculinity. The nurse wouldn’t sign up for his war room.
But here he was. Defeated by a virus.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. A G, by his own definition, didn’t get sick. A G didn’t submit to IV drips or admit that his liver was throwing a tantrum after a month-long “discipline cycle” of raw liver, cigar smoke, and 4 AM cold plunges. Andrew Tate - How to Be a G- Medbay
How to be, for a moment, a man.
And for the first time in a very long time, Andrew Tate had nothing to sell, nothing to prove, and nothing to say. The Medbay didn’t care about his Bugatti
“You’ve been puking for 12 hours,” Tristan said without looking up. “The nurse said your blood pressure is ‘concerning.’” But here he was