I spent most of the day nursing the stray Botamon; still no verbal communication. I at least manage to make some progress in getting it to eat, though was disappointed to find that its preferred food of choice was some of Ryo's leftover chocolate from Valentines Day.
Thankfully it was dark chocolate, but still; I'm not too pleased. If anything I can hope that the endorphins and amount serotonin consumed will prove beneficial, as I am now certain the symptoms it has shown are the direct results of depression and an obvious, rather serious trauma. It's nothing close to a conventional diet; but perhaps this way I can keep it alive long enough to get to the source of the problem, and then move forward from there. At this point in time I believe its physical condition is solely dependent on its mental one; so the goal for now is to establish some kind of trust with the little slime ball. (And I mean this literally; for those of you who have not encountered a Botamon before they have a thick slimy coat under that fur of theirs. Doesn't help that this one is loosing said fur...)
White Day managed to slip my mind; I slept most of it away after my wonderful
escapade in digital world. Hopefully by this time next week I will have changed my last band-aid; though the stitches in my left hand remain substantially less forgiving.
I hope you all are having more favorable results in your daily adventures than I am."Attention to health is life's greatest hindrance."