Tony threw up - probably a good thing - declined a hit of oxygen from the staff, and is back in the water after nearly 20 minutes between 500s. He's asked for Pringles and chicken broth, though, which is probably on the right path to getting some food into him.
The probably means no more day-old Wendy's chicken fingers, which is surely a good thing.
Tony now needs to dig deep into his suitcase of courage. He has four hours of suffering, mental & physical, ahead of him.