samus ripped off his pants and assumed the position

That was not at all a helpful answer. She had mostly given up the idea by now of having an intelligent conversation with him, but at least he was somewhere safe... even if that somewhere happened to be under her knee.

Samus gripped the back of his spikey head and said "ow", exerting only enough force to make him turn his head sideways. It was just enough to see his eyes, his big, fearful, dilated eyes. You're definitely on something. She let go, and kept her knee planted on his back, mulling over her options again.

For all she knew Phoenix could be like this for hours, and those were hours she didn't necessarily want want to spend sitting on top of one of her co-workers. Dragging him to nurses office, again, seemed like the only option unless she wanted to bring the gunship into play. Samus was absolutely boggled how to otherwise deal with this... gently.

Ultimately, she decided she wouldn't. Her hand slid up her thigh and rested on the gun holster and the weapon it contained.

"Don't worry." Cold steel pressed up against the back of his skull. Point blank with this gun wouldn't do any damage, maybe leave him with a lingering headache when he woke up at worst, but he'd be lights-out long enough to get him where he needed to be.

"I'm just putting you out of your misery." She pulled the trigger.