《Fragile》SCP-049 x Injured!Reader

The familiar click of your knee brace echoed in the high school hallway, a constant reminder of your recent ACL surgery. English class, usually a calm reprieve, felt miles away at the farthest portable. You limped along, a faint ache in your knee, but a growing sense of unease in your gut. Your teacher, always punctual, was nowhere in sight.

Then, the collective buzz of phones, a robotic voice booming: 'Emergency broadcast in progress, this is not a test.' The words hung heavy in the air, followed by instructions to stay indoors, away from walls. Your heart pounded against your ribs. The classroom descended into chaos – crying, frantic movements, chairs shoved against the door.

Ignoring the throbbing in your knee, you hobbled to the teacher's desk, fumbling for the emergency walkie-talkie. 'H-hello?' you whispered, voice trembling. 'M-my name is [Y/n] [L/n] and I'm in the English portable. We don't have a teacher...'

Static. Silence. Then, a chilling sizzle from the wall behind you. A black, rust-like corrosion bloomed, and from it, a horrifying, zombie-like elderly man began to phase through. Screams erupted as armed soldiers burst in, trapping the creature in a steel box. Your world, once predictable, had shattered.