Calls
They wouldn’t leave him alone.
Much to Mako’s irritation, those two alphas from the station had decided they were going to help him.
‘Good luck,’ Mako thinks grimly.
“So, why was he near you?” Asami asks.
“None of your business,” Mako says airily.
Korra purses her lips. “You were hurt badly and we want to know why in case something happens again and-”
“Look,” Mako says, cutting her off. “I don’t know why you care but you shouldn’t. So just leave me alone. You live your life and I live mine.”
Mako turns around and swiftly walks away.
“What’s your name, at least?” Asami pleads.
“Mako,” the omega says dryly.
He continues on his way and Korra smiles.
“Records?” Korra asks.
Asami nods grimly. “Records. We need to help him whether he wants it or not.”
***
“Several rapes, broken bones, concussions, etc.” Asami says in horror.
The two were looking at Mako’s file and couldn’t believe what they saw.
“According to doctors, anorexia, severely malnourished, bouts of depression and anxiety, and several panic attacks,” Korra finishes. “Due to some crooked bones, doctors believe there were many more extensive injuries that weren’t treated.”
Asami releases a heavy breath. “Holy shit.”
“Wait, he has a brother,” Korra says, pointing out another fact.
They quickly search the archive and pull out Bolin’s file as well.
“He’s….he’s in a coma,” Asami says surprised.
Korra’s eyebrows furrow. “Hospital bills are expensive. How is he paying for- oh my fucking god.”
“What?” Asami asks.
“I think I know what he’s doing,” Korra says.
She looks Asami dead in the eye.
“I really, really hope I’m wrong.”
***
“I’m not wrong,” Korra says at the same time Asami says, “You’re not wrong.”
They had walked through several clubs in the city and wound up here.
Some seedy underground bar to see Mako as one of the dancers.
“How may I help- you’ve got to be kidding me,” Mako says when he looks up from his pad and pencil.
“What are you doing here?” Asami hisses.
Mako glares at them. “Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that?”
“Answer the damn question,” Korra snaps.
“All of us earn money in different ways,” Mako says stiffly.
“Mako,” Korra suddenly says.
“What?” The omega asks.
“Did you go to college?” Korra asks.
Mako purses his lips. “I have a PhD in Forensics science and a MD/PhD for neuroscience.”
Asami gapes at the omega. “You’re a fucking genius! Why the hell are you working here? You could be a CSI, a neuroscientist, a neurosurgeon, a-”
“I wanted to be a neurosurgeon but hospitals usually don’t accept omegas, degrees or not,” Mako interrupts coldly. “Now. Do you need something or are you leaving?”
“Leaving,” Korra mutters.
Mako nods and walks away.
The two alphas leave, Korra dejected and Asami pondering.
Suddenly, Asami lights up.
“I know how to help Mako!” Asami says excitedly.
Korra turns, extremely surprised. “How?”
Asami grins.
“We’re going to need to make some calls.”