When I was about 8 years old, my brother, who was 18 then, found an injured baby bat in the middle of the road. He picked it up and tried to help by bringing it inside and trying to feed it. He did his best because he felt bad for the bat. He believed it was probably attacked and had been there for a while. The bat did get a little better and was finally able to move around! My brother kept him for a little while longer until the bat seemed more active and then let it free outside. It stayed in the shade for a bit but by the next day it had flown away.