I worked in Bradford at the time. Several colleagues injured but none fatally.
There is a happy ending in one respect. A young surgeon, Mr Sharp, was forced by circumstances (high demand, little time) to wing it and invent new plastic surgery techniques. His work was a spectacular success and there is now a medical scholarship named after the now Professor Sharpe.
A few years ago, I had skin cancer, not too serious, but it grew inside my lip and I needed plastic surgery to avoid an ugly outcome on my face. Prof Sharpe operated on me and you can hardly tell now, apart from a lip curl that makes me look like Cliff Richard. Mind you, with a local anaesthetic in an area packed with nerve endings, the op was incredibly painful.
Many people burnt in the fire have reason to be very grateful to that young surgeon.
RIP to those who lost their lives.