Paging Doctor Cameron!

Oh, Doctor Cameron where did you go? We’re feeling quite sick today and we do still need you. But you’ve gone and left us, because your writers don’t think you are useful. They are too busy playing with their new toy, Doctor 13. Although she is pretty, and maybe bisexual. We know that only your concerned looks and and caring treatments can nurse us back to health. Oh, Doctor Cameron, we already miss you!

We looked for a pic of you, in your trademark herringbone pant suit. The one you wore under your lab coat, to post with this story. But we could not find it. Although when you were in it ,you looked quite stunning. When we saw you, always we felt much better. We still even still liked you, although you dyed your hair blonde. We thought it didn’t suit you, as well as the brunette. But now it doesn’t matter, because they have written you out.

We loved you diagnosis skills in the conference room, and the way you tried to reign in your crazy boss House. You protected us patients from his mad schemes to cure us. Although you did love him, because you thought you could fix him. You were always on our side. Doing tests to find the answer to what ails us. Whether be Leukemia, Tumors, Parasites with in us or perhaps the dreaded Pys-cord-o-sis. It was always possible pys-cord-o-sis, so rare we can find it to spell it correctly. But we know you’d keeping working, until House had a break though. “I’ve found the answer!” he’d proudly proclaim. Then you would loving treat us, until we’re all better.

But now you are gone, because your writers are stupid. And we’re feeling quite ill. We ask Doctor House to diagnose us, but we know he take one look at us and say we are faking. But the truth is, we do still have two aliments. We’ll take our pills for the depression, but will we do about about our last one? With that, only you can helps us. You see our heart is quite broken. You must come back to mend it.