Bagoas watched as Alexander lay on his deathbed, sometimes moaning, sometimes screaming in pain as his muscles contracted against his will, he being too weak to relax them. When this would happen, as it did often, Bagoas would pet his drenched, blond hair and straighten his limbs.
Alexander would cry and scream for Bagoas when the pains overtook his body. Bagoas would answer by cooing and shushing him, setting warm compresses to his aching limbs.
Bagoas knew the end was nigh for Alexander, who was often delirious with pain and fever. Today, however, he was lucid. For this, Bagoas silently thanked the gods. Being lucid was not today's problem. Today's problem seemed to be stomach cramps and uncontrolled vomiting. Alexander would lay down for a few minutes, sweat drenching both his skin and the bedclothes, and then shoot up in bed with pains, only to vomit up practically nothing. It was times like these that Bagoas could not help suspecting poison.
As he was thinking this, Alexander sat up in bed and began to scream loudly. Bagoas was quick to grab the newly washed basin and place it in the sick man's lap. He helped Alexander stay upright by putting a hand on his lower back, rubbing it and offering quiet encouragement.
When he had again collapsed, Alexander turned to Bagoas, who gave him a kiss on the lips, just as he had been doing these last few weeks, "Bagoas..."
"I'm here, my Alexander," at seeing how weak his king and god had become, Bagoas began to weep silently.
"It is time for me to go..." Alexander coughed, the force of it causing him pain, "Kiss me one last time..."
Bagoas did, but as he did so, he felt Alexander's dry lips turn up at the corners in a barely-there smile, and knew he wasn't thinking of him.
As Bagoas pulled away from him, Alexander sighed Hephaestion's name as his eyes began to close. And then he was gone. His last kiss had been given by the one he truly loved, and who was now leading him by the hand up to the Elysian Fields.