Hallbjorn's sleep was shallow and fitful. He roused a few times as they drove, but it was thankfully when Kara's eyes were not upon him. There was nothing either of them could do about his condition, and Hallbjorn endured in silence whether awake or asleep. Kara pressed on through the remaining distance to New Orleans. Hallbjorn woke to see a sign telling them they had entered the city limits. He was proud of her for keeping it together and pushing so far on her own.<br/><br/>He sat up, and told Kara to pull over. When she did he stepped out of the truck and went over to spit up some blood and bone fragments, coughing violently as he did so. Then he returned to the truck. "I am proud of you, mate." Hallbjorn said to Kara as he re-entered the truck. "You did well in a difficult time." He raised a hand to stroke Kara's cheek, but saw how bloody and dirty it was, and lowered it before he reached halfway to his mate's face. Rather than mar her skin, he did not touch her. "Let me drive. You rest now." He said, and this time he would not take any refusal from her.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn took the wheel and drove to an estate near the north of city limits. It was bounded by a tall brick wall topped with wrought iron spikes. There was a gate of the same metal, and he pressed a button on a small device on one of the shade guards of the truck. The gate opened and Hallbjorn drove up a long, winding driveway to an antebellum mansion. It was a large white building with an enormous covered porch in the front. The grounds were somewhat lackluster, with a few large willow trees serving to break up the monotony of grass.<br/><br/>After he turned off the truck's engine, Hallbjorn went to the passenger side of the truck and took Kara in his arms. He was careful not to get her messy, but it was nigh impossible. It was just blood, though. It would come out. He carried her in his arms whether she needed him to or not, and carried her inside the mansion that was his - their home. The interior of the mansion was very spartan - it had few personal touches in the entrance and as they went upstairs there was no real soul to the place to be perceived. It was a house but it lacked those things that made it a home.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn's ultimate destination was his bedroom. It was very large and dominated by an enormous four poster bed. The frame was made of oak and had the panel had black curtains that could be drawn around the bed. There was a large, comfortable looking mattress with black silk sheets, more large pillows than one person could reasonably need, and a very thick comforter. A rosewood nightstand stood on either side of the bed. The room had its own fireplace, and before it lay an authentic bear fur rug. A writing desk and chair sat near a window overlooking the grounds, and a flatscreen was set on the wall so that one could watch it from the bed. There was a small table beneath with a cable box, dvd/blu-ray players, a clock and other electronics. Beneath the table was a shelving unit that was lined with dvds and blu-rays of different television series and films that formed Hallbjorn's collection. A doorway within the bedroom led to a large adjoined bathroom and a view of the gold and white marble decor was visible.<br/><br/>The Berserker laid his mate down on the bed, pulling back the comforter. He removed her footwear and left them on the floor beside the bed, then tucked Kara in.