Frodo just laid there not moving for a few minutes, he was breathing, but barely. He would need to get a hospital or something quick. Finally a single word escaped his throat, barely audible, and eyes still shut.
Moonshine.
He tried to lift his arm, but was too weak. Tried to whisper more to Zak, to let Zak know he was ok, but no sound could escape. He knew that giving himself to Zak was far more than he should have done, but he'd never regret it.