The call (course version)

I woke to thoughts of ink black tentacles sliding against each other and a throbbing pain in my right foot. (Action) Peeling sticky blankets off my body, a bloody red scab and a dark blue ring surrounding it bore into me, that had certainly not been on my leg yesterday when I felt, what I thought at the time, was a bug bite there. (Background). I stumbled to the bathroom, and finding my first aid kit, squeezed anti onto the wound, and finished my treatment by slapping a bandaid on it. Immediately my vision began to shrink as the edges were consumed by an inky black, and my mind once once again taken hold of by an impression of an immense malicious tentacle, so large that it seemed to have its own crushing gravity. In this state, I rushed to my phone and dialed the nearest hospital, hoping to speak to a doctor, to find assurance that this was just a bug bite, that this nightmare would be better in the morning. (Development) But when the finally a doctor came on the line, if one ever did, I had already succumbed to the darkness and had fallen helpless to the ground. (Climax). When I woke again and on the living room floor, late afternoon sun was pushing its way through my curtains. In its light I saw the ring was now a deep inky black and grown in tentacle-like blotches to cover my ankle. In that moment I knew if I was to save myself, the solution would not be found in a doctors office, but in the sea where this evil came from. (Ending)