Mako was cutting some vegetables when he hisses in pain.
“Mako? Are you ok?” Asami calls.
“Fine, just cut my finger,” Mako calls back.
“How is that fine?” Asami yells.
The alpha runs down the stairs, only to be beaten by Korra.
“Weeeeee ooooooh, weeeeee ooooooh,” Korra says, running into the kitchen, imitating ambulance sounds.
She stands next to Mako and puts a bandaid on the cut before running away.
“Weeeeee ooooooh, weeeeee ooooooh,” was heard fading as she ran to the other side of the house.
Mako stands there in complete shock.
Asami just gapes. “What the fuck?”
The omega just rolls his eyes. “Stupid alphas.”
“Korra, are you on fucking drugs?” Asami accuses.
“Can’t a woman just make random ambulance noises when she wants to?” Korra argues.
“No! No, she cannot,” Asami stresses.
“Guys?” Mako calls carefully.
“Not now, Mako! Defending ambulance rights here,” Korra snaps, running back into the room.
Before Asami can respond, Mako does.
“Does nobody care that the blood from the cut has already made it through the bandaid? The cut is deeper than I thought,” Mako muses slightly.
Before the omega knows what’s happening, Asami has thrown him over her shoulder and the sounds of an actual ambulance are heard in the distance, thanks to Korra.