So Warren Cadbury Cottontail, his back legs weak, his puncture wound scabbed over, sleeps in an artificial warren: a cat carrier with a towel, some scrap wool, some greens (which he's too little to eat), and two microwaved gloves (one with elbow macaroni, the other with rice). I feed him from a syringe several times a day, a mixture of kitten milk replacer and electrolyte solution which may not fulfill his nutritional demands. This morning I collected cecotrophes from the bunnies next door, because bunnies eat some of their poop to encourage proper gut flora. He wouldn't take it, and no other probiotic will do. I weigh him twice a day, because a day of weight plateau or loss can mean death to a bunny. Honestly, I don't know how they survive.
Warren's a fighter. I hope he makes it. And if he doesn't, he won't die alone or in pieces.