My brother part 2

My brother tried to kill himself again this week. He had made mention to my mother while on the phone that he was going to be "taking a ride" soon. My mother had called the jail to let them know, to give them a heads' up to continue watching him because she felt he was going to try to kill himself again. Instead of taking his meds like he's supposed to, he stored them up and overdosed. They had to LifeFlight him to Cleveland and his heart stopped for two minutes. They weren't sure he was going to come back. He continues to wear a heart monitor, to try and gauge the damage that's been done to his heart. They just brought him back to the jail yesterday.
No member of his family was notified. Not one of us and that pisses me off to no end. It pisses me off, too, that he wasn't watched better, especially after he'd slit his wrists while in jail once already and nearly died. Especially since my mother had called and WARNED them!!!
I'm angry, for so many reasons. I'm hurt, for just as many reasons. I'm so sad.
I wish I could smack him upside the head and knock some sense into him. I wish he was my little brother again, knee high and blonde and ornery but still able to be protected from himself.
My mother continues to blame his ex. I don't. It's not her fault. She's not cutting his wrists or shoving meds down his throat. It's not fair of him to try to manipulate her this way (her father killed himself just a few years ago) nor is it fair to his daughters that he's doing this. And it's not fair to his family. We love him and he's slicing us to pieces, with worry and pain and fear and anger and shame and all the other myriad emotions that go with a situation like this.
I feel so powerless to help him.