I looked in the mirror and had to double take. I was staring at eyes I didn’t recognise, skin that had dulled to a jaundice colour in a matter of days. My eyes were the same shape, but the colour of my iris had changed to a mustard brown. It had been six days since I’d been bitten, and I could no longer deny they’d gotten me trapped this time. For years I’d carried round the antidote, and every ti...