It was probably a good thing Baymax was in the Void campus this week. While he wished he could be there to assist his friends in the area without supplies or water, there was little chance of his vinyl and pudgy body coming through intact. And he wasn't that great at dealing with monsters in his human form, as he could recall, to his embarrassment.
But he still had patients. The others in the Void, upon learning they could watch over their allies and friends, had been doing so round the clock, taking shifts to monitor and alert those in danger.
So Baymax took care of them, his patients. He made sure they were eating, getting rest, taking breaks to walk and stretch their limbs, resting their eyes. The only one who had given him much difficulty was Bucky Barnes, whom he'd had to sedate once to enforce sleep as Bucky's physical and mental acuity had begun to decline.
Right now, he was preparing a tray of sandwiches, and whatever fruits and snacks he could scrounge up. He wasn't certain what would work well together. Hiro liked gummy bears, but also Cheetos dipped in Spaghettios. Baymax was trying to figure out the best caloric intake, vs the least amount of processed high fructose corn syrup.